FreeWrights Peer Review™

Inside the phallic symbol of water
may swim the straight-men
divine and beautiful, as the turgid
waters rise above their heads,
and I with my querulous eye spy
a dozen boys preparing to let
float the rose on that glimmering pool.
(still pure as they have been.)
And dive into the soft water--
to play at being men.
Those boys with shining eyes--
poets eyes, and rosy cheeks
bridged by teeth still unstained.
Oh look how they play!

Today is for losing innocence.