My soaring boy
My soaring boy
who levitates on December afternoons:
I take care of you, cover your light slumber
on cold early mornings
A faint twilight thread draws your river god
body paddling over my calm waters
on weightless Mondays
I celebrate your untamed, unheeded,
festive beauty while you row back
and forth from my stubborn warnings
to your delightful torso
which you attempt to keep secret
during evening escapades on my waters
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