boy you are such a Boy
look at you with cheeks bloom bitten and crimson like
Doctor just clapped air into your lungs with that slap on the ass like
a grown-ass-man would know to give in loving you just
cannot be nasty you are not weathered aw look its little
boy lost sitting under the university oak tree reading bland poetry

look, your gaping baby blues might be sweet if the gaping
gap between what you see and what humanity (with its bituminous
steel-toed boots it polishes every moment) struts around economical
as cheap shoelaces free condoms the going rate of american soul just sayin’
your ecclesiastic eagerness helps as well as that dollar you gave that junkie
helped stick vapor up his heart

christ you are such a Boy
look at that tummy bulging with sweets and dinner you
made me call me your girl and that’s supposed to clear
libertinage from a straight up death goddess demimonde you
still think your heart levels the brambles of me like a fire please
your intentions are akin to those tedious callouses

i mean you look this certain stirring way when you
compare your insides to our outsides only to find all of us
lacking but sea level most of all and when this happens your
mouth purses so we will kiss you thickly pouring into your immensity
like one thought can, i mean you know better than to sleep there

your boyhood embarrasses boys
everywhere who would look at my tits when i place them on
a platter like this but you are too busy with bloomsday questions you
consider stark like the absence of absence or how to maintain your
autonomy in the throes of passion jesus just be lascivious for a second
get hard in my hands take shape like you can oh boy

you are the Only man.