by Anonymous
Zach started wearing shorts
Fabric cutting off nine inches below the waist
Matted rivers of glistening soldiers
Stood erect on his ankles, shins, and thighs
Bent knees traversed my forests of envy
Desire overtook my fingers and they crept
Closer towards his displays of masculinity
With realization comes clambering to the bathroom
My thick traitorous fingers poking
At the mass of naked flesh covering my vital organs
I sat hairless, defeated, yet empowered
Plans forming with revolutions of hope and the end of PE
Walking home, I prodded the protruding lump
Which resided above my hips
Its smoothness recalled the pure power held
By Zach’s happy trail of fur
Outside my house I kindled a fire
Teeming with jealousy and follicle fascination
Crossing myself, I prayed for growth
She arrived, smirking, agreeable, auspicious
Floating, her eyes bulging with instability
“What is your desire?”
A hairy demeanor or a flash of Zach’s abdomen
How can one choose whether
A body of thick layering masculinity
Fairs better than the brief glimpse
At an apologetically full manhood
Sitting here with hair contaminating my vision
Spilling over my brow bone, I begin to rethink my decision
The hair I’m covered in replaces the man I’ll never be
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