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.