Mama told me never to play in the dark.
Be a good girl. Get down on your knees only in church.
He stood in the shadows with his back to the light.
I told myself to let him go; not to reach out tonight.
My fingers had a will of their own; possessed and in a trance.
When he felt my hands, he melted, and my heart sang.
His eyes glinted as he spilled secrets never told before.
I, too, have something to share. I drew him closer evermore.
What I revealed made his eyes grow large –
and something else grew quite hard.
Sorry mama, I never could listen.
I’ll say my prayers. Perhaps I can still reach heaven.