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

fullness

until

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