Little Places

Too small indeed to be a hole
But big enough to hold a soul

The shape of my grandfather’s scar
Or your virginity lost in a tattered blue car

My father’s eyes, your mother’s smile
His accusations versus her denials

How one word laden with mistrust and malice
Can make your fingertips seem hard and callous

I can feel you growing distant..
Fitting response to my resistance

And when the ritual coupling’s done
I resist the urge to get up and run

Could it be that these little places
Have slithered into our embraces?