first-printed words

Still, though years have passed
and our paths have diverged,
my only reaction to those glorious
first-printed
words mirrors your disgust at
the adolescent discovery
of desire and the unknown. When those
simple sentences poured through
my closed eyes I worried of no parents
and judgements, no censorship from truth. A simple exclamation of the heart.
Yet that disbelief and shock rattle
past a mind struggling to reconnect
and all along you ask for another.
No accusation,
nor an explanation, just a simple acceptance
of the way the windows rolled up
every time we went out for a drive.