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
