some girls

some girls,
were like safes.
almost impossible to find
the right
set of numbers
to open the iron door.
how you clicked the dials
in the back seat
of your father's car
on dark roads,
under moonless nights.
some were like fort knoxx.
impervious to your
efforts,
your teenaged charms.
there were
armed guards at the gate.
others
left the doors
and windows unlocked
and put out
a welcome mat. left
a light on to help you
find your way.