men are crude
prone as we are to objectifying anything
even the things we genuinely love & admire
prone as we are to being violent & callous
especially toward the meek & vulnerable
& i as one of them
i as a becoming man
often find the mirror
a mural of disappointment
& while i cannot deny
i ache for your smell
the touch of only your skin
what others would call base longing
& i will not deny
i am a lonely man
desirous of you & no one else
hoping that somehow this can matter
above everything else
this is eternal & true
in the absence of you
there is nothing more precious
than the presence of you
because
there is much to talk about
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