Manchild

I am so young in love,
and a part of me will always be
a virgin, and I know which part.

Our first time, when you pulled
me inside you, I thought
you would yank it off.

My penis became a stalk of sugarcane,
to satiate the mantis in us
for a night - twice that night,
for you were not averse to double take.

And the produce - the crop of me - was gone.

Because when you cannot see a thing,
like your mother's face behind her hands,
or some other peek a boo,
that means it isn't there.

Nowadays, all I see
is the little old man weeping
when I drop my drawers to pee.