easylie.

there was a boy who became a man,

and while his skin turned hard and

his flesh to mere muscle

and the angle of his tilt and the cross of his arms

varied and evolved,

i sat in corners,

and then walked home with other men;

while i rested my maternal hands over his eyes,

so he sees not what i do.

but, I with two hands, least could not prevent

sounds from being color.