Poems about younger girls

mine, mine, mine
all refined

mine,

watch them take you
little brother, between their
teeth, watch them kiss
their lipstick onto your mouth

say
mine

with mind
body
spit
punch-drunk cat fights
slits in a dress
ankle to knee
balls, date nights,
summer flats and kitten heels

fooling around in back row movie
theaters when the sound
cackles and cracks all around you,

taste the Technicolor on your
tongue,

because summer is a balm,

a confession:

mine
mine
mine

saying a word like a curse,
and hoping the witchcraft behind it sticks.