published on: 2017-01-12 15:43:05
When I was alone with father, there was always things he liked
On our sleepovers, when the lights went out, we shy boys, delirious
There was an overbearing feeling of discomfort and guilt among
It was always telling, that when we boys were dressed, how easily
Those of us sensitive boys, who would have had friends among
Mother often said it was a crime that I was allowed to wear pants,