what I meant
when teachers nagged me out of reverie
and I said “I did it in my head”
by ‘it’ I meant you.
urgently explore each inch of warm brown skin
leave blushing marks on creamy white flesh
when you reached for my hand, then stopped short
and we exchanged that longing look
I raged at our fear.
transparent, playful, endless sparkling depths
still pools framed by ebony fronds
when they said in jest “you two
are so close you could be lovers”
I ached to tell them.
interlocking fingers, squeezing, soft and warm
eyelids flutter shut, salty tongues and bitter tears
when doors were locked, our tangled limbs one frame
and, nestling in, I murmured against your breasts
I said “I love you”.
caustic ebbing away at ragged passion
peeking through the cracks