When

I was six.
I opened a book
found among the dusty caskets
of paper memories
in the attic of my parents house
dancing on the pages
in front of me
were women,
unveiled and vulnerable
with backs arched
nipples erect
and hips I yearned
to touch

I was eagerly taking in
every sinuous curve
and years later
I could still almost feel her skin,
the warming coral of her lips...

I caged the lust that sang in my body
pleading like a lark,
let me out
I'll only fly
in circles
around the room...
I'll stay,
I'll sing the songs
you like...

But I can no longer
escape the feelings
or out run my desires
as I might have out run a boy
playing kiss chase on
the playground
all those years ago...