remember once, i was a boy: [A POEM REVISITED]

remember once, i was a boy:

long before my hands bled
and swept my body in filthy
desires, i kept my heart from


grazing moonlight
with your breasts
dancing swiftly above me
and your thighs crashing
as white foam of waves
upon my fragile shores—
they were torn up by my fingers

(lust is a thing ungodly:

ungodly so far as to tear
all my eyes far and deep;

and all those ungodlies
will fall upon my hands)

hardly, cold and swift

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