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”