Fucking Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas.
Fucking Dylan Thomas.
Who did he think he was?
Stringing words together
Into brooding surrealities,
So seductive to the ears of this naive girl
When read by the boy with the
Beautiful eyes,
Meeting hers over the musty pages,
Faux-shy smile,
Eyebrow raised in a question
Met with a single half-aborted nod.
Then, lips parting, arms reaching,
Hands touching,
Dumb kids doing quiet things Nevertheless
Not meant for libraries.