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Sexual Commonality


Gripping and pressing down on the curves of my wrists I could feel the fabric of his bed beneath me The soft sheets similar to the touch of my crib A 1-year-old giggling and amused at the mobile above Nakedness at this moment had a shameful taste Unlike my baby skin exposed to the warm water of a bath A 3-year-old dancing in bare diapers Bodies intertwined I could feel the heat between us intensify The heat felt like me as a playful little one A 6-year old chasing the friends who wouldn't be around for a lifetime His eyes meeting mine Who would be the first to give in? A 10-year old having staring contests as a pastime with her classmates He whispered an “I love you” lie into my ears Different from the truth that came from my parents’ “I love you” A 14-year-old having promises fulfilled Hours after Plan B fell into my lap It wasn’t Plan B, my backup college A 17-year-old choosing a second choice option Naive and clueless mindset disappearing I’d had given him the last common factor of what my adult self had with that child stranger.
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