Young Throats

He’s life-like when the light strikes right

But no less charmless otherwise

Surprised with where my interest lies

I tried to bite my tongue this time


But tonight, Christ, can’t you see my hands were tied?

& on my mother’s life

Suppose that I might throw this fight?

God knows I truly tried


Come on, let’s get this over with

I’ve dreamt of this in triplicate

Though trust must have its Privileges

That just don’t enter into this


Jesus Christ, look at the size of it!

Your lips clenched like a fist

What promises you wet them with


Brace yourself & this won’t hurt a bit

& who could help but long for more than this?

I crossed myself before I crossed your lips

& cling like Hell to something much like this