draw on backs? <br /> <br />we’d whisper <br />brothers still <br />sharing a bunk <br /> <br />so we’d play <br />the dark, the restless <br />hours away <br /> <br />first marking <br />the top with a touch <br />of a single tiny fingertip <br /> <br />transforming fingers <br />strokes and pokes <br />the makers images <br />to the mind’s eye <br /> <br />lines flow together <br />to cognizance, <br />colors crystallized <br />in the transmission <br /> <br />simple shapes <br />evolve to letters <br />words, messages <br />panoramic in landscape <br /> <br />allowed one repeat <br />a correct guess <br />will win you <br />another view <br />but, if you miss <br />my turn <br /> <br />our most intimate <br />physical contact <br />for we hardly hugged <br />sometimes scratched <br />were frequently fighting <br />but always writing <br />on backs <br /> <br />later lovers <br />fingers learned <br />other terrains <br />bold and true <br />colors came <br />replacing <br />now fingers <br />tracing <br /> <br />fathers ritual remains, <br />often follows <br />bed-times <br />tale <br />after lights go <br />out come <br />moons, stars <br />clovers, hearts <br />and chocolate chip cookies <br /> <br />back again.<br /><br />Tears In Rain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-again/
