No nonsense, no bitter and tease, no games for he<\/p>\n
who knows how to sit in ease, soaking his bones in a tub full of tunes,<\/p>\n
eager to please the senses, not hers but his, alone in his cocoon,<\/p>\n
his lair of potions and scents, smiling to his core, through a heart’s lens.<\/p>\n
Manhearted he is, easy to see, plain sight, no need to believe<\/p>\n
an explanation for every cause, an analysis for every disease.<\/p>\n
He’s hard around the edges, tender to the bone, and mean<\/p>\n
when it matters, telling it like it is or should be, without making a scene.<\/p>\n
No drama, dilemma, duress, or domineering desires to be yours,<\/p>\n
he’s content where is, what he knows, and how he keeps score, for<\/p>\n
what is a man but his mood, manner, and masculine mimicry, one<\/p>\n
more father, son, uncle, brother, nephew, pal and bearded chum.<\/p>\n
Blissful fullness, he steams in his own juices, a masterpiece in tile,<\/p>\n
mosaic of a man, centuries stained in porcelain, skin of his brethren<\/p>\n
swirling about him like bath salt silk and scum, floating atop the womb.<\/p>\n
He’s a man from his wrinkled toes to his shit-eating grin, a y to her x,<\/p>\n
not a performance, like the band playing in his head, but still play, effects<\/p>\n
drilled into the cerebral cortex, the veins of desire, a man-hearted display.<\/p>\n
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