We're off through the winding woods
Touting our masculinity
We four brothers; invincible
Loosening our trousers
Now bare to our toes
Our backs to the forest
The dock will bend to us
And wake in morning pond
I fly towards the gleam
Five hundred yards of shimmering
The water's cool as rain
It floods my naked skin
They follow me; the eldest then
We never felt ashamed
I surface now to catch my breath
And calm my overwhelming joy
Monday, November 10, 2008
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