It had been years since we last saw each other.
Me, a budding young woman,
And you, a young man scratching the surface of his dreams.
It was the wrong time,
In a warm, serene, atmosphere.
Bittersweet but, filled with
A piece of each other’s history.
“Hello, can a brother get a hug?”
I knew from your embrace,
And that kindred smile
That sent my mind to a sensually
Where fingers unbutton, caress, and enlace,
That the sin in my grin
Would remain tame.
And the circumference of our
Brief physical closeness
Would soon become a weak flame.
Love is love…
“Play brother how you been?”
But love t’ain’t
A four letter word.
Be mindful of the seven deadly sins.