young days

What I remember clearly is his hands in my hair,

as I lay my head on his lap like a child

Those long musical fingers pulling apart all my threads

I needed his sanctuary so he invited me in

Watching cartoons, giggling absurdities

Silent desires and Haribo flavored kisses

Casting enchantments with lingering touch

Biting my neck and making his mark

I’m infatuated with you, he confessed one night

I adored him of course

But never laid a claim

Now these memories remain

Flawless and wild

Hearts beating in-sync

Arms wrapped tightly till dawn

These breaths after midnight

Those young days

The only time I called him mine