Sunday Afternoon

A quiet Sunday afternoon
Time spent with family
He led me into his bedroom
I lay down on his bed
Did he talk?
Did I hear?
His unspoken words so
L O U D
Did I comprehend
What was going down?
I felt the weight of gravity
When he climbed on top of me
His hands strong
As he did things
No washing will make clean
Breathing hard
He pushed himself
Pacing his ascension
As I fell down
Invisible
Marked as property