Talking

I laughed
and coyly passed the question
I laughed,
and smiled with love of her
I laughed,
and inside knew myself the coward
I laughed,
and wished she was mine

I bore it,
and my heart did not bleed
I bore it,
and found she desired no teeth
I bore it,
and smiled with love of her
I bore it,
and showed myself a boy
I bore it,
and knew she was not mine