NightBreed



The boy in the grown body stands above the rest.
His painted boots lace up tight reaching his olive green cut-offs.
The shorts, big and baggy, hang limp around his hips.
He wears a striped shirt layerd over a few others,
comfortably draped over his broad shoulders.
Long slender fingers reach for me,
and I look up to the face of an angel.
His jawbone, strict and defined, is speckled with stubble
and on his chin grows a gotie.
The room brightens with his smile,
and above his sparkling eyes, the lashes go on forever.
Reaching his jaw, his striking green hair attracks all eyes,
including mine,
for he is my work of art.


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