Followed
Boy walks the beach,
Head lifting, lowering.
He looks sideways, back-
Man's eyes follow,
seeing young pass close,
sniffing deep what exudes.
Two gulls circle,
One swoops, one ascends
then flies on, on. . .
Pale skin, damp-
boy's ribs expanding
Purple nipples, cold.
Gaze fixed on feet
Jeans knees patched,
bare toes pink on black sand.
Though eyes do follow,
none draws close -
Not more than the head turn.
Not today.
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