Touch the Sunlight

she followed him
to the shade
they embrace
laying in
overgrown weeds
he teaches her
to French kiss
by touching
tongues –
rubbing them
together
she feels cold
lonely
in the darkness
of a shadow
she feels her
heartbeat
strong quivering
inside her belly
thirteen
heard about boys
in the ninth
grade
heard about
parties,
sex –
now
she wanted to run –
run to be twelve again
she slips her
tender flesh
across damp
green grass
to touch the sunlight