The love of men I
I love men too for their bodies,
could love them hard and gentle
and would have them love me back
in all love short of the fuck,
even as I love taut buttocks,
or a spine reaching
between broad shoulder blades for the head;
wrist bones, the curve beneath the pectoral,
the ligaments of the groin.
A firm handshake,
sometimes even a palm to my face;
a touch on the arm or leg,
or the hand hooked behind the neck,
drawing in the warm embrace;
It’s no adventure, no experiment
but the body’s lyrical gift.
If you know when to look and how
you would love it too.