You peek around the corner,
making sure that I see you.
An argument like that?
You cannot even hope that I didn’t hear.
Kicking around in the embers.
I raise my eyebrow.
Let’s not pick apart what will keep us from bedtime.
You look sheepishly at me, searching in my face for
that warmth of my love.
Let’s not pretend this will not happen again.
Unnerve me, run yourself ragged,
always to know
the embers will be there.
-these boys of mine. the lessons they teach me in forgiveness, unending love and how society sees them all wrong.