Choirboy

i.m. JP

The grooming was as natural a part
of artistry as air to their mentors,
though some had sniffed their instincts out
without awareness of it. Years later
the bluntness of the thrust grew obvious.
‘That’s what that was…’
…………………………………..Naive enough to long
for early onset fame yet wise: without
their knowing knowing this was no friendship.
Nor would it serve them in the end. For who
would barter recognition from their peers
for out-of-church communions in a darkening lot?
Maybe those whose innocence, though not lost,
was archived and indexed against the chance
of something like an actual amour
that might just once have been, had vales of shame
not warped the love that dared not speak its name.

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