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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
Copyright © 2021 Philip F De Pinto

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