Tis the season of boy adventures, bones
Standing high, held tall like they’re supposed to
Trees, trunks, planted hard in concrete, we do
Spin songs and build fires, we do, dig bloodstones.
Secrets in the dark, cheekbones, collarbones
Strong like they say their daddy was, voo doo
Eyes rolled out, Holiblazed, ambrosia brew
Rolls plants in papers, two twin chairs their thrones
Blowing blind kisses, love rings, sticky lips
Hold me closer, drink it all down, Inhale
Slow toast forest fire, you’ll find us in pitch
Call our soldiers to camp, tie our docked ships
When our star becomes our sun, we’ll set sail
Voyage of creek beds, clover, and rose hips
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