Back Again Poem by Tears In Rain

draw on backs?

we'd whisper
brothers still
sharing a bunk

so we'd play
the dark, the restless
hours away

first marking
the top with a touch
of a single tiny fingertip

transforming fingers
strokes and pokes
the makers images
to the mind's eye

lines flow together
to cognizance,
colors crystallized
in the transmission

simple shapes
evolve to letters
words, messages
panoramic in landscape

allowed one repeat
a correct guess
will win you
another view
but, if you miss
my turn

our most intimate
physical contact
for we hardly hugged
sometimes scratched
were frequently fighting
but always writing
on backs

later lovers
fingers learned
other terrains
bold and true
colors came
replacing
now fingers
tracing

fathers ritual remains,
often follows
bed-times
tale
after lights go
out come
moons, stars
clovers, hearts
and chocolate chip cookies

back again.