Ice on my pillow

 Woke up
it was ice cold
honey has not loved me in a thousand years
it is a fucking igloo
in this room
it is December everyday

I am a boy
1963 summer
not yet interested in girls
boys own stuff rules not stiff cocks
that will come later
for now love the pure sweet looking boy

And then the wanks came
delicious on my Virginia bed
and I hungered
oh how I hungered
for a woman to take me
stroke me
tell me she understood
yet none came
and I was abandoned with dreams
for not speaking my mind

How blind
naieve
the blind lead the blind