The Green Boy

First blood

The man in breeches leans against the wall

And keeps a green-striped clove ball in his pouch

You know him as your friend but he is

Filling in for someone



First come

The girl in breeches bends her head and sighs

And rubs a green-striped gourd across her palm

You know her as your love but she is

Marking time just marking time



Hold to me say to me kiss to me fall for me

Do to me

What you will

And all the answers are the same as they have been before

And all the questions are the same as you've been looking for

My friend



First served

The man in green-striped tights is now inside

He picks his teeth with fragments of his lute

You chose him as your guard but he is

Here with you and no one else

There's no one else

Hold to me say to me kiss to me fall for me

Do to me

What you will

What you will