naive secrets

Poetry Lonnie Monka snow-soiled feet trailed between alcohol & drugs incubating that suburban winter-break assemblyof conversations forgotten upon being spokenwith golden strands fanning those shouldersher untouchable frame stirred as the last oneawake & cleaning the house--alone--with mesomehow we snuck into the master-bedroomstretching across some other family’s bedspreadwhere too long awake now dream-lost lips touchedhands & fingers caressing curves through clothing tongues trading a mosaic of unspoken secretstill I awoke alone--smiling & never to see her again& lightning struck in the storm of friends calling because she had died a sudden deathwhich precipitated void-driven conversation& conversation after conversation after conversation all I could think was that I had kissed her& never told a single soul what I then wanted to scream