Oh, how she held him in her arms,
tighter than he’d ever hoped.
Secrets pass between their lips,
press together, parting,
hungry mouths that find each other
in the cloying, empty dark.
There were none closer in love,
unbreakable maternal bond bent,
breaking a social more,
morality, out of the question.
That touch he longed for as a child,
sent far away, and starved for love,
No wonder he shudders as
her fingertips caress his skin,
as she kisses his sweaty brow,
or wraps her arms around him in
such a way, he feels it makes up
for all those years without.
The question was never if he knew,
but whether or not
he wanted to see it.
He did not.