Glass blue eyes
He had the warmest smile,
I adored his mind
Sensitive, unlike mine.
I fancied our kiss
His soft lips
I treasured our talks
A particular one, changed a lot
Of him dreaming of his man
Who’d hold his fragile hands
And take him to a place, devoid of judgement
I would have devoured his feminity in mine
But he didn’t ask for a brutal femme
He only loved his men.
Poetry
Poem: On Loving Men, Who Love Men
Glass blue eyes He had the warmest smile, I adored his mind Sensitive, unlike mine.