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A Boy As Yet Growing
by Philip F De Pinto
If I am a weed.
A boy as yet growing
Twixt your legs my love.
Don't root me out!
Not just yet.
Not while the concrete
I am pouring in you
Is a juvenile as yet to set
Not while the rooster
Is still crowing.
I would not think
To pull such a stunt
On you my love!
Nor ever think
To yank the flame
The fire
I will have seeded
Rooted in
Your eyes
This night.
Time flies
It's true
But given we have
clippers in our hands - why should
We permit it
To do so
This night?
This night
Which will
Most assuredly
Witness
The weed
The boy grown
Fully into manhood.
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
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