to love invisible

rave on to me, little raver boy.
tell me how you want my body
but fear that i am too young to
deal with the consequences of
sleeping with a monster like you.
yours is not the only weather beaten
skin that i have kissed, nor your
calloused knuckles the first that
i have held.
i will keep the pig tails in my hair,
and not let on the i have, once or twice,
got lost in the labyrinth of your words.
and although you tell a tale quite lovely,
it is nothing that i have not heard before.
but gee, i sure could use your body.