Not the attraction a boy of ten
has for his peers
he was not even among
the intimate friends
yet a kind of lust I felt
when he was around
a flutter and denser breath
and in his absence
paling of all else.
That early seeding
was a hushed gust
blowing awhile in the ravine of
deep south.
Pretty girls emerged from the dust
and the first man in me
grew out of first love.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Not the attraction a boy of ten
has for his peers
he was not even among
the intimate friends
yet a kind of lust I felt
when he was around
a flutter and denser breath
and in his absence
paling of all else.
That early seeding
was a hushed gust
blowing awhile in the ravine of
deep south.
Pretty girls emerged from the dust
and the first man in me
grew out of first love.
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