I want to know what it feels like
To stare in wonder
To touch and treasure
And if my trauma
Will tell the difference
Between loving exploration
And hiding in the closet
"playing games" that shift into
"check-ups" and finally
nightmares with age
I want to ghost breath and fingertips over your skin
With reverence
I want to learn that gentle touches and gentle voices
Aren't always meant for grooming innocents
And tricking your baby sister for kicks