Secrets of life

A girl wears a bra to keep her tits in 
as they grow. At first. Later she finds
other reasons. A boy wears drawers 
at first, as a matter of convention. 
At first. 

Later we all put so much
on top of it but for now, well!

These things are private 
matters. Underthings  - hardly 
mentionable, even if
some
are quite remarkable, have
you seen? I saw a pair once
of panties: camo drab green
with a cartoon brown dog in
drab army helmets, kneeling
and shouldering gray bazookas!
Same dog

all over, taking aim
at self to a point called
overkill. Bra 
didn't match,
but how
could it? 

Not things to have thought
or purpose about,
unless 

shared.
That's the secret:
shared. I share - you
share mine, what I have
uncovered to show, brought
to light, I'll share yours, likewise.
And 

oh.

so otherwise. So! Spill! "Why do you 
really wear a bra?" he asks, breathing 
not at all just then. She knows - but 
what will she tell? "Why do you 
really wear drawers," she breathes, 
smiles turning. 

A question with a question, he
thinks! Panting inwardly, outwardly.
Not

very
fair. 

He doesn't know why
he wears
drawers!
He 
hasn't
found

that out
yet. 
Not a thing to think 
about is it? One leg, two -
it's the trousers that catch
you up, then, if anything.
Drawers, you could put on
backwards.

Now

he'll have to. An impressive 

response at a crucial 
moment: that's always 

the trick turned, always 
some brand new way.

Now 

conditions are not  best fit
for thought, caught 

up all off-topic. 
What do you 

mean there,
bra? 

She 

knows. 

She isn't spilling 
yet. Suddenly he knows. 
"I wear them to take 
them off." Calm fact
from a man, sure. "In
urgent or crucial moment

to give, 

show or
share. 

She beams, and laughs
and gives: her, too. Well
among other things.  

We keep our bits 
in there.