| 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 |
