Steven Harz Music

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Two of us and six beers later

huddled in the back seat of a ’78 Plymouth

parked in the dark behind the Eighth Avenue Church

shirt pulled off and skirt hiked mid-thigh

exposing goose-pimpled inner thighs

discussing that morning’s 2^nd period Physics class

while making out to Jackson 5 static from B104 FM

traveling the airwaves from Baltimore 27 miles south

and when your first hand touched my 501s

the thousand butterflies released in my stomach,

and their beating wings resulting in chain reaction chaos,

created a Category 3 hurricane in my Southern Hemisphere

just as we’d learned could happen earlier that day

while holding hands under our desks

in the fourth row of Bel Air High’s Room 19

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Copyright 2015 Steven Harz