your lust
seeps into me
it forgets that I’m
your child

testes muddied in
their needing
excruciating pain
in the pursuit
of the relief
the path
the supposed cure
a boy stuck in
an old man’s dress
wanting for his father

your lust seeps into me
its scent the secretion
of adolescence
heart curt with the leaving
a fixed youth
weeping indulgence
a boy stuck between rehearsals
wet behind the ear
for his father