By: Bottled up Zen~


when we were children
we’d wander through the hidden
parts of the suburbs.
wooded plots of land
that clung like secrets to the past

we’d numb ourselves with liquor
stolen from antique cabinets
and explore our bodies
with untrained kisses and touch

between discussions of philosophy
our laughter could be heard
echoing off the sides of
white trimmed houses.

i wonder if in your moments alone
you become young again
a child laughing in the woods
and smile to yourself