A Flash of Passion

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

She sat on my lap
still a boisterous child,
her young body (14)
was well developed though;
so much so, that I had to brush her off
and she fell on the floor.
Everyone laughed, she too,
if only to hide her pain.
Thoughtless child
she isn’t to blame,
nor am I, for being just a man.