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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