A Family Affair

She has eyes like the stars in the skies.

Lips pinker, fatter, than a boy's bounce-house.

We hold hands, frolic and dance and catch fireflies

In the field out back, 'til out runs a mouse.

She screams, I laugh, as we lay in the hay

Kissing, touching, feeling. Emotions high.

Then out runs her father, to stop our play.

My brother says to "Stop touching sister's thigh"

I stop and run to the big red barn.

I think about those eyes like the stars.

And those lips, pink as the sky at dawn.

I can't forget her, forgetting is long gone.

People say that, "You can't love your kin

Too much." ...but, what about, too often?

-fin