Of Two Beginnings

She is twelve I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows Parents away She asks me have I been touched Have I done the thing with anyone yet Silence, a shy no And there is nothing That we'd rather share Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare But she's already twelve and I am Just a child Warm and shy She's so old, already twelve and I am only ten Than was me, young and free, there and then Now in this hotel room I lie wondering who I am Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning Finding out at last that freedom is A state of mind But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind Finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind