Boy

Boy


03 January 98

This juggling boy, trapped in the confines of reasonable clothes while rebellion rules his hand. He glitters so brightly, here, that all lose sight of reason, yet he glitters so falsely. He, the ever beloved child, claims one with questions and revelations that tie this one to unexpected devotion and adoration. Clamoring for the attentions, he throws careless love to all, letting it fall heedlessly where it will, carelessly reaping what he has sown. Yet, heart so gentle he hides beneath strong chin and weeping eyes, so that this one aches for his pain.

Aching boy, your hidden tears fearful indecision pull my heart in myriad ways while you stretch your fingers to attempt to relinquish your anguish. My tender boy, your careless love has won my tender heart, so recently abused, and turned my soul to protecting you.

© 1998, Tara Tambollio All rights reserved.


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