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"Close the window",
my father said
Lest the summer dust
get in your head,
Drive you to madness.
The Nature Boy.

He, my captor,
he speaks my name
As if it were made
Of absent cloud.
He doesn't breathe
the way humans would.

I wonder,
Are his windpipes
Made of reeds?
Do they whistle
When he sleeps?

The Nature Boy.
Dissolves in the wind,
Travels one particle
at a time
Through my window screen.
An open threat
at the end of my bed--

His eyes flash natural disaster
And a promise of drowning.
His heavy skin
Exquisite, illicit.
Weighted with the promise
Of just one night.

Subtract from my impulses-
morality, societal beliefs,
personal insecurities.

One touch.

No more thought.
No more poetics.
Just give me
The Nature Boy.

Description
"Close the window",
my father said
Lest the summer dust
get in your head,
Drive you to madness.
The Nature Boy.

He, my captor,
he speaks my name
As if it were made
Of absent cloud.
He doesn't breathe
the way humans would.

I wonder,
Are his windpipes
Made of reeds?
Do they whistle
When he sleeps?

The Nature Boy.
Dissolves in the wind,
Travels one particle
at a time
Through my window screen.
An open threat
at the end of my bed--

His eyes flash natural disaster
And a promise of drowning.
His heavy skin
Exquisite, illicit.
Weighted with the promise
Of just one night.

Subtract from my impulses-
morality, societal beliefs,
personal insecurities.

One touch.

No more thought.
No more poetics.
Just give me
The Nature Boy.