behind the library
behind the library,
on a red bunk-bed,
on hardwood,
i have drunk of baited breath.
knowing excited terror,
and terrified excitement,
the moments which nibble with rhapsody
are traded for iniquity.
i remember the alpha and the omega
and i cannot soon forget.
tho’ the scene seen thru
eyes separate might appear
trifling, there is jubilance in
the smallness.
i implore... but
i know that it is blackened.
i adore... but
i know that it is marred.
behind the library,
on a red bunk-bed,
on hardwood,
i have drunk of baited breath.
(2009)
