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.
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…