I wanted to have a choice, Why is that such a struggle for men, for you? You broke my choice down, into digestible chunks, And then wondered where my voice went.
For days I triedTo decideWhich part of you to write about firstCan one poem hold all of you?Can a thousand? Your essence is untouchableYou’re calm, funny, and trueYour long dark beardOr the height of your muscular masculine body isn’t what defines you(I want to press my small hands against you) Emerald greenAnd stormy sky blue(tingedContinue reading “Muse”
To you I’m a warm auraA fire containedAnd I’m jealous of that warmthBecause for me, you reside so deeply in my chest that the sunlight doesn’t touch youYou are where certain dark things are to be lovedBetween the shadow and the soulSo if I was cracked openPieces of you would fall outAnd I don’t knowContinue reading “Warmth”