Of Two Beginnings

Can You see him?Lying alone on that hotel roombut with her still presentin the warm of the sheetsand the taste in his mouthand the sweet on his skinHe has walked the roadsturning bleaka child of Entropiasetting himself on fireseeking a distant pastfor a way outChallenging the conceptfreedomand youthfalling into the undertowCan You see him now?"She is twelve I'm only tenburied in this soft mountain of pillowsParents awayShe asks me have I been touchedHave I done the thing with anyone yetSilence a shy noAnd there is nothingThat we'd rather shareThan that bodily warmth if we'd dareBut she's already twelve and I amJust a childwarm and shineShe's so old already twelve and I am only tenThan was me, young and free, there and thenNow in this hotel room I lie wondering who I amNever quite as sure after a lie of questioningFinding out at last that freedom isa state of mindBut still not knowing how to get along with this mankindfinding out at last that freedom is a state of mind