My Allies

I back off from a full boil around all but my allies.

I’m a little less.

A little quieter.

Perhaps a little shorter.

You, you needn’t know the heights I may or may not have seen.

But with my allies I can burn, and I can shine.

Roar,

I’m my Mother’s son,

in full bloom as I’ve been seen by the women who’ve loved me.

Here’s to my allies.

They remove the obligation…

To abbreviate.