things i will never tell

things i will never tell         September 14, 2016
ah, my beautiful friend,
with the baby cheeks
and eyes of innocence
sweet, confiding boy,
who tells me of his first
–and only–kiss
my blasphemy runs deep
against our friendly conversation
for i think of you
naked inside me
as a lover
i can never take.

for you
will marry a nice girl
who matches your inexperience
with purity and trust
and i
will say congratulations friend
and take her side
when you disagree.

and you can never know
how i wish
to do to you
what the flood does to the river.
how i want to see you rise
and fill my banks
with a rush
of life and longing.
i wish to be the sea
your river
hurries to fill
with the torrents of his desire.

but no,
i will be the gentle rain
nourishing your roots
so you
can love another.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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