My Wonderful Brother
I come, down the stairs
and hesitantly knock
on your door. You open
it, and I can see
so many emotions
waging war to dominate
your face.
Nervous.
Because our parents are downstairs.
Scared.
Because you know we could get caught.
Excited.
Because you know what's to come.
Together, we go to bed,
moving gently at first
but then more urgently.
We do it because
we love each other,
but
we also do it
because we want to be
burned off the family tree.
