Our sleepovers consisted
Of playing house and she insisted
That I be the boy
And she be the girl
My first kiss
Was unfinished
We were sent to bed
But not to sleep
We kissed under the blanket
And footsteps interrupted
Then light ambushed through the door
And shame came knocking
On Sundays Leviticus followed me home
Lived outside of my bedroom
And visited unannounced
Just to remind me that it existed
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC
Our sleepovers consisted
Of playing house and she insisted
That I be the boy
And she be the girl
My first kiss
Was unfinished
We were sent to bed
But not to sleep
We kissed under the blanket
And footsteps interrupted
Then light ambushed through the door
And shame came knocking
On Sundays Leviticus followed me home
Lived outside of my bedroom
And visited unannounced
Just to remind me that it existed
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