They wrestle each other
and jump over the couch
and run up and down the stairs
as boisterous as boys will be;
then they whisper names
and tell girlfriend stories,
deep secrets for their
eight-year-old ears only.
FIRST LOVE
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
They wrestle each other
and jump over the couch
and run up and down the stairs
as boisterous as boys will be;
then they whisper names
and tell girlfriend stories,
deep secrets for their
eight-year-old ears only.