I'll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,
Two little kids dropped their drawers.
Comparing a dent to a bump,
Noise in the hall makes us jump.
Not knowing why we shouldn’t look,
Seeing is believing, not just in a book.
Years later we meet; hesitant now to touch,
The places that fascinated us so much.
Can we recapture our innocence lost,
That others took for granted and tossed?
You were magic to me and you are now still,
The moonlight pours in from the windowsill,
Into your hair and onto secret places.
We breathe unevenly with wide-eyed faces.
Your heart-filled words softly outpours,
“ I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”


By: Kimarie