She is twelve I'm only ten

buried in this soft mountain of pillows

Parents away

She asks me have I been touched

Have I done the thing with anyone yet

Silence - a shy no

And there is nothing

That we'd rather share

Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare

But she's already twelve and I am

Just a child

WARM AND SHY

She's so OLD - already twelve and I am only ten

Than was me, young and free, there and then

Now in this hotel room I lie wondering who I am

Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning

Finding out at last that freedom is

A STATE OF MIND

But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind

...finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind...