Right now
I have to write this poem now
Right now
I have to say this to the universe
I have to write this before I go into the box
I have to write this before I go into the ground
I was touched
A little boy touched
Innocence is just a word when you get touched
When you know the end of the story
Its the carnal whispers that visit me sometimes
Lick it
Suck it
Kiss it
I was a good little boy
Obedient
Eager to please behind closed doors
The smell of moist moaning and hushed orgasms
Visit me sometimes
A little boy confused
A little boy used
A little boy with a secret
Hiding in plain sight
Living inside my head
Making deals with demons
She told me not to tell
Silent sinner
Behind closed doors I did what I was told
Inherited lovers guilt
Little boy eating at the grown folks table
Lord do you hear me
Lord do you see me
Lord do you see me with her...
A bad little boy...