All my life drawn to the feminine,
only wishing to share space,
hoping I might be the cute one.
only wishing to share space,
hoping I might be the cute one.
Never with a leg to stand on,
always abashed and out-of-place.
All my life drawn to the feminine
always abashed and out-of-place.
All my life drawn to the feminine
like a stream running
over the landscape toward a crevasse,
never dreaming I was the cute one—
over the landscape toward a crevasse,
never dreaming I was the cute one—
I, engaged in my pedantic, male
fussiness. But my bedazzled eyes never ceased
to gaze upon the feminine.
fussiness. But my bedazzled eyes never ceased
to gaze upon the feminine.
OK, I was in the rock-and-roll band, the Trojanz—
Tony, Victor, Ramón, and yours
truly—once called “the cute one”
Tony, Victor, Ramón, and yours
truly—once called “the cute one”
by a student of my father’s. Never so asinine
as not to adore my donkey-face
charmed by the feminine
as not to adore my donkey-face
charmed by the feminine
wiles of Titania, the Fairy Queen.
Was it teenage lust or was it grace?
All my life drawn to the feminine.
I'm not sure I'm the boy, but we're both the cute one.
Was it teenage lust or was it grace?
All my life drawn to the feminine.
I'm not sure I'm the boy, but we're both the cute one.
