The Other Boy

I see him sometimes
the other boy
the one who
dresses in his sisters clothes
the one who feels
the coolness of her tights
against his thighs
who pulls her knickers on
skin tight
and pads her bra with tissue

then in her dress
lies back
against the bedroom door
as imaginary hands explore

his eyes screwed shut
to imagine making love

he strokes himself
thinking what it would be like
to be her
to have this thing in him
throbbing its life into his body

I still see him sometimes
the other boy
but not as often as I used to

Jim Bennett

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