listened to the muffled voices
of a hundred kinfolk
babbling in the house below.
That was another world.
Their world was right here,
on the same mattress they had once lain upon
year after year,
imprisoned by the Grandmother,
kept away from watchful eyes
in this very attic.
The brother's hands stroked the sister's naked back,
his lips and teeth toying with her hard nipple,
as her hands
pressed his head more tightly against her,
her fingers playing with his hair,
her mouth
upon his ear,
then traveling
down the bare skin of his chest,
her hands cupping him,
her mouth taking in his engorged and lonely shaft,
and he cried out
in a language that did not exist,
as she engulfed him
in another universe,
a universe
that was theirs alone.
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