when a boy plays peter pan then
some year after year his voice would break
his body strain muscles mass wrestle free
his beard a tell breaking loose of the young or the green
and he would no longer fly.
but if i woman
took on the suit then
still wild at thirty at forty
laugh dew light dancing
unshadowed & weightless scent
forestborne greenhorne each dimple
each jab forgiven & winsome
hair a peter cut because it on
a woman makes the eternal boy