Aberrant
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.