the boy is lost in his quest for manhood.
deep brown eyes twinkle in curiosity
trying to hide behind the bangs of a wild mane
his eyes are innocent, imagining independence
from his hungry grin, that of a malnourished
boy in the shape of a man.
he's moving through the jungle in the dark
not lost but unfounded, unstable, that
indecisive path with its muddy patches
i blindly try to lead him along.
i give him the bare necessities
and he gives me his words
tiny splinters rubbing up against
my throbbing heart, piercing me
sonnets like slivers slicing into my soul.
