Eduardo C. Corral - Ditat Deus, 2 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.