Blast down the meaning of a man, break down the traditional roles, I’m sexy, I’m funny, I can be vulnerable, then hunt a bunch of men, come home, cuddle my bunny.
My own hue is a rose-quartz truth, universal glow of accepting the divide between life and death.
Honesty is cyclone around me, a visual that glints through my world. Come toward the multidimensional pull, suck in the feeling, hold it there.
From the fast pace of adulthood to the slow pace of time. Money, sex, and attention.
I hold close to the love and grief layered over me on a cold night,
I could be the full man
he expects me to be, I’ll wear the memory warmly.
I’ll remember him like this.