Butterfingers resting on these silky chest

Breathing like the skies would

When God ask them to


One by one

The boys undress

Wounds, smiling

Fencing the borders

Barbwires on every edge

Trying to serve as own ribs


Cranes of the skylines

Pushed solely to the end

Do you watch us from above?

Retaliating, shields on our hearts?

Winning battles against trespassers

Placing crowns on our newly found joy


By now you must have know this

Every man is shaped like a gun.