My dad carried me
like I was born from his body.
We danced like an old couple.
The way you touched her soft dark thigh
like touching your own cheek.
I watched like a prude.
Your thumb shot sparks through my spine.
As you carried on like nothing happened,
And I pondered the ecstasy of light switches.
Twins raced in opposition
with your big hands on my shoulders.
I faced you and stayed hidden.