Behind the smokescreen of repartee
Two pairs of eyes
Belie the naked truth
That fires up inside both minds
Once sparks start shooting back and forth
Tis time to sweat the fact
That friendship, rubbing up against fire
Is suddenly so hothothot
That you're a gonner
And why is that the truth?
When fire trumps logic
That means a brain meltdown
Is on the loose
And all hothothot can think to do
Is drop every stitch of clothes to the floor
Unless—
For some mysterious reason
Your subconscious has had sound reason
To bar your conscious mind from playing with fire
And thus does our friend, Annie
Remain as innocent a babe—as in
Innocent of knowing
Innocent of feeling
Innocent of doing
Innocent of any CONSCIOUS awareness
Concerning carnal knowledge
Other than naively differentiating
Male from female plumbing
On the other hand
Unaware of sensation is not synonymous with stupid
As you know, Annie knows where babies come from
So why do sparks fire up anxiety instead of excitement?
Good question my friend, however ...
Stories unfold detail by detail ...
And the next thing Annie feels a conscious need to do
Is to stand up in defense of the new girl on the block ...
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