Above

I often think of that place.
A place where the coral grows not,
A place I long to be.
With a priest gone mad,
And among all these stupid fads,

I look out the water,
And see a boy.
I like this boy.
Though it feels I am not supposed to.

Such are the urges of my mind,
I can't stop thinking,
I put my eyes and he meets mine,
A sin
greater
than most.