It was strange to see the boys,

Appetites unholy,

Licking their lips,

Staring at each other,

Claiming their bodies

With their eyes.

More than their eyes.

Their hands, grappling,

Grasping for control.

Which will stand atop,

King of their hills?

Which will lie below?

Games the boys play

With boys can seem unkind.

Did they agree to be so rough

With each other?

Did they agree to the shame

That would nest in their hearts?

I look back at the games we played

Dominating each other.

I know I shouldn’t tell strangers

About our strange behaviors.

And yet, the desires

Still nest in my heart.