an appalling and triumphant masculinitywas in this manwith his petable service…
I want a man
shaken not stirred
who’s been through the ringer
and came out on top
with eyes that cry
Poem
Accuse me, why don’t you, of betraying faithwhich I’ve held dear in you, my mirror…
Let it go, it’s time to flow.
Do you fear the sight of meso much you tuck me away?A memory at the backof your…
In the Sea of Self
But solid is the mindful mind.
Pure water
polluted water
Flaunt every shade of yourself just like the moon,