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Surgery

Not all operations

take place in hospitals.

Some men,

like surgeons

so [...]

Manhattan Cowboy

 

 

Watching the playoffs as he irons

A clean white shirt

Downy fresh out of the dryer

Crisp and starched

To go with his black merino wool suit

Cordovan wing tips tied perfectly

With black silk socks

Aromatic masculine cologne is just the touch

That completes the look, the style

For tall, ocean eyed, [...]

Some Men

Some men

have a way of looking inside

finding the best you have to offer

then putting it on

the outside

for all the world  to see.

 

When you’ve been in their presence

you begin to feel beautiful

begin to experience a you,

you didn’t even know was possible.

All because…

Because, they took [...]

Serenade

Redondo Beach, California

We made love by the ocean

Late one summer night in June

On a lifeguard shack floor

We’d climbed up upon

And hidden inside of

Till those silly teenagers came by

Giggling, yelling, playing rap music

On their boom box;

So loud you couldn’t hear the waves

Wondering, [...]

All of Them Were You

I’ve loved a lot of men

          you know…

Some of them were true.

I’ve loved a lot of men

          you know…

Though none like I loved you.

Some loved me back

          some didn’t care.

One kissed my nose

          then touched my hair.

Questions asked…

          then left unanswered

Who came before? 

[...]

The Waltz

He said she loved the waltz.

The dance between a woman

and the man who knew

how to make her feel

a cherished treasure.

validated…

known…

in the affirmative

in silence.

 

He knew how she felt inside

when words wouldn’t come

and only feelings

spilled all over her skin

that no longer fit…

water [...]

Base Camp

 

 

You asked for someone

To make base camp with

So we could climb mountains

And I had never

Climbed to the third floor

Of the building where I lived

Let alone Kilimanjaro with a man

You offered courage, strength

Songs as slow as molasses sap

Running from a tree in a cup

Joy, rich as dark chocolate [...]

Egos

          Why is it

                   some men need to be

          played like violins

                   to accomplish

          the same task

        one could get a woman to do

                   merely by asking?

           Seems like such a

                   waste of energy

          to have to massage egos,

                   and climb walls

                   before getting to [...]