Sacred

All of them blur together, those nights.


Which one told me my body was flawless?

Which one told me he loved me?

I love them equally.

Those nights, I mean.

When you smile for just one person

And laughter is muted

But joyous and contagious

Which one did I want the most?

I couldn’t tell you.

The boys, I did not love equally, but the nights…

I can’t distinguish one from the other.

Isn’t it wonderful to reminisce?

Remember when he took your face in his hands

And kissed you with such adoration…

Which boy was that again?

I live for those nights

When everything is private

And everything is sacred.