Soft Season

muscle shakes up against the wall
white waves in his mouth
he twists into a snake
he has all the time he needs
and the eyes in the place
for as long as it lasts
I’m a boy in my back
and I’m more of a man
might try to hurt me
might try to Love me too much
all the men dance like diamonds
in the back room beauties
will compare their flowers
and he pulls on the mattress
I am soft for the season
I look up and you’re leaving
and I’m out in the hallway
where I work on my bloodline