Something Brings Me Back

something brings me back
to our secret place
our literary treehouse
where two boys in discovery
lost in life's unknown regions
are found in their imaginations
exposing in their explorations

i confess i come expecting
hoping to find your raw poetic bravery
to witness some victorious evolution
some bombastic realization
perhaps for my satisfaction

you call them "stories"
but we both know
they are birthed
from the depths of your expression
and yet, i'm shrinking- not expanding
as i attempt to read between the lines

who are you really?
what are you?

(hell, what am i?)

i knew of you
with your creative genius
able to build foundations on quicksand
finding characters
to speak on your behalf
the words you yourself could never utter

and also i knew of you
in your resistances
with your guards and gates
in your parameters of love
your frozen boundaries
stifling potential aliveness

but i did know you
we knew each other
in the largest of spaces
in unobstructed relationship
we got there every time
breath on skin
climactically sighing
ravaging each other
fumbling into ecstatic connectiveness
alive from the release

then-
and only then
did i truly know you

those afterthoughts
that opening
fearless
immersed