I didn't know the word then, br now I know that you were - buxom. br Blonde mane loose, those brown clips br were meant for sisters, spinsters, br never you. br br At seventeen, I know you loved me. br You wrecked my pre-punk hair br with long, red fingernails. br I'd have resented that from others, br never you. br br I know, because you br called me by my name. br other barmaids said Love, br or son, forgot I reddened easily, br never you. br br Last night- years from seventeen, br we laughed about my crush. br Tears hung in your blue eyes. You said br how old you'd grown - Oh, no. br Never you.