Pubescent

As the whales\' spouts blow,
my whiskers grow,
i turn from boy to man,
with puberty, and so?

a compulsory journey,
churning freak,
suspicion, and,
sex.

parental despise,
peer demise,
love attention,
competent discretion.

lucky am i,
to turn the eye,
from boy to man,
and take the hand,
of many that fail,
to turn all frail,
wrinkled and such,
i win, you lose,
you touch, i cry.

never discrete challenge,
discovery of sexual,
productive, emotional,
and spiritual.