I was interested in 
boys when I was 
eight years old and 
luckily so was a
neighbor a year younger 
curiosity is like looking 
for something in a 
dark room eyesight fails 
and the other senses 
double down I remember 
being mesmerized by our 
differences he being small 
and brown and quiet
and I being bigger 
and white and gregarious 
and now fifty years 
later I know that 
what was once innocent 
curiosity would later become 
desire that didn’t matter 
then just like all 
discoveries into something new 
all that mattered was 
scratching that one specific 
itch in a place 
never to be reached