Chastity lost playing house
Our ears were still wet and so was the appetite of our curiosity. Our little minds asked big questions our nimble hands sought answers. Preadolescent nymphs, frying plantain and eggs. Their eggs and my seeds had not formed yet. Trees of knowledge spring from curiosity's seeds. Many are the species of trees in the woods of awareness. First came the landlord's daughter then the two sisters. Would an aunt's discovery save us? Were we too far gone? Curiosity smothered innocence. Crooked branches sprouted from trees which were yet seedlings germinating in soils of adult cravings. It was done in the dark. We could not turn back. The dark was clothed outside with daylight. The maid sealed my fate. Shadowy consort of two cousins. I tottered towards puberty sworn to secrecy, of enchanting impurity. Darkened, by the richness of humus below the plain clay atop its coming growth the seedling pushes through topsoil of l