Liam

Peach-faced with an infant grin
Screams, milk hungry fingers
Pink palms careful against my beard
If I were small again...
Net-eyed and absurd with beauty
Instead of a small bodied nothing
The correct kind of miniscule
His artist heart in every moment
Noticing the language of eyelids
And reading lips like a mechanic

I now function on fear and panic
Crawl on all fours out of sadness
When did I stop howling for joy?
Blind and deaf to derisive observers
The howls now hushed to moans
I still find echoing in my stomach
How I shrink in time's tyranny
And agree to believe in other ideologies
Outside that of being naked and free
Little mentor make me bold!

I will lie beside you Liam
Catching coos and awws
It is more like poetry to me
Than any man or woman in a suit
With a Degree
Bleeding beneath it all.

Delay

Finally a teenager at twenty
Allowed to feel brash and dirty
The head of a handled beer
Off flies the bottle cap
Here comes the queer
A manic dancer between hands
And heads and lips and hips
Feel me up already
I felt you across the room
Fit in your iris like a microorganism
I can only love you there
The company kills my senses
Words spoil me and seem enemies
Alcohol adrenaline did it again
Sorry Sorry Sorry
More sincere than a smiling dog
A punch to my maw is necessary
I am not a cautious mouth here
Unbridled and obnoxious
I killed the kid in me too quickly
Now he's going to kill me
...I don't mind.