Ditat Deus 2 by Eduardo C. Corral Lyrics

[...]I only followed the handsome men.

I learned to make love to a man
by touching my father.

I would unlace his work boots,
pull off his socks.

and drag my thumbs
along the arches of his feet.

When he slept I would trace
the veins of his neck,

blue beneath my fingertip.
He would lift me each morning

onto the bathroom counter,
dot my small palms

with dollops of shaving cream
so I could lather his face.