My boy speaks quiet baritone poems

Dirty little limericks on sheets of air and

I pretend not to love him as much as I do

Because boys shouldn't be as soft as this

My boy only hums straight love songs so

When I hold his cold hand in the streets

No one knows he's changing the pronouns

My boy cries like a sun shower, smiling

And in the dark, I can love him as I please

My boy loves me in gentle, angry revolution