Monsters

And when I saw you weeping surreptitiously
I knew then it had been a lie.

Your face changed when I entered your space,
your eyes and demeanour too.

But touching you in that spot;
just below your earlobe,

with lips and tongue and breath,
I took you in surreptitiously

and dared to imagine
you and I in a different place.

A childhood where monsters slept in silence
and never came out to play.

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