#motherboy
One of the few times
you were allowed
to bring me home
you sat
at the piano
and played
some Schubert stuff.
Your mother sat
in her armchair listening
and I sat on the sofa
watching you play
seeing you move
side to side
your hands moving
over the keyboard.
Your mother
was telling you things
as you played like
bit slower or softer.
I wanted to kiss your neck
as I had that time
when you played
in the music room
at school
or that time
you crept into the bed
your mother let me sleep in
when I stayed
that weekend.
Once you had played
the Schubert piece
she wanted you to play
the Chopin thing
so I sat gazing at your figure
how slim you were
how we had snuggled up
real close that night
in the bed
with the curtains open
and moon shining
so bright.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC