Poem

My newest poem about forbidden childhood games, and the dreams left in the secrets places where we once felt safe. This is very personal to me, so it means a lot to me to share it with you. Getting into the harder stuff has opened me up to a lot of new things to write about. I hope you like it, especially if you had a secret place like this when you were but a child, a place you shared with that first special friend. Enjoy...




You never could keep a secret.
I should have known before I asked,
before I invited you into my treehouse,
the one my father built.

Like so many things,
he never finished it.
Maybe that's why what we did
seeped out.

Or maybe it's because it wasn't yours,
you were only a guest
in this foreign place,
a place where you had
no intention to stay,
you just wanted to take a peak,
so I gave you one.

I still don't know
why you asked for another,
then another and another.
I only know that it was nice
to have the company,
even though it was just
for a little while.

I showed you the miracle of skin,
a class I was taught
before I was ready to learn.
I suppose you weren't ready either.

But I know that within
that unfinished box of wood
you accepted my touch
as readily as you accepted each dare.
You never took a truth,
it had no place in this tree.

Five feet off the ground
you learned the magic of the mouth,
even though you never tasted it,
the power still made you tense.

I remember your legs
as they began to tighten,
and the breeze rolled over us
like a wave.
My moisture, my warmth,
a vacuum in the daylight.

This unknown caress
that I gave upon my knees
and the eleven year old heart
willing to suffer the splinters,
I gave you them freely
and desired them more,
ready to give everything
to continue our games.

To you it was just play,
to me it was the way.
I mistook you as a brother
since I felt the way you quivered.
Only a child's mind could think
that this would go on forever.

But the sunlight inevitably
fell into night,
and those lips of yours
that touched so gently
spilled all the secrets of our fun.

You left me there alone
in this place raised off the earth,
so I sat there waiting,
thinking one day you might return.

I sit here still,
with nothing to look at
but the sky obscurred
by swaying branches.

I am lost here forever
in these forests we used to roam,
the one's we used to think
were our own.
You never came back,
never cared that I'm alone.