boys. & statement of purpose
By choirboy
boys. i waited in the garden that night for you to kiss me, and perhaps it was Eve’ the Serpent who Tempted you away, and still, i waited hungered and prayed for your Touch because, I thought, here is the One who can only be Bone of my Bone, Flesh of my Flesh: My Adam. / / / / / statement of purpose you’ve got that unpracticed arrogance lithe grace –violent and strong… and i can’t help but step back, fearful --who knows what you might do… to me, attracted by that strut and smell of sweet sweat muscle and youth sculpted together so fine… So, what do i want, you wonder: -(and so do i…). probably, I’d find joyous contentment to just brush locks away from those ignorant, blue boy-eyes. Written November 23rd, 1999 © on Jun 13 2001 04:12 PM PST 0 • 18 • 16
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