draw on backs? br br we’d whisper br brothers still br sharing a bunk br br so we’d play br the dark, the restless br hours away br br first marking br the top with a touch br of a single tiny fingertip br br transforming fingers br strokes and pokes br the makers images br to the mind’s eye br br lines flow together br to cognizance, br colors crystallized br in the transmission br br simple shapes br evolve to letters br words, messages br panoramic in landscape br br allowed one repeat br a correct guess br will win you br another view br but, if you miss br my turn br br our most intimate br physical contact br for we hardly hugged br sometimes scratched br were frequently fighting br but always writing br on backs br br later lovers br fingers learned br other terrains br bold and true br colors came br replacing br now fingers br tracing br br fathers ritual remains, br often follows br bed-times br tale br after lights go br out come br moons, stars br clovers, hearts br and chocolate chip cookies br br back again.