I like music by men with impressive beards.
With meaning and obscurity, with charming
Rhyme schemes and wonderful chime themes.
I like poems by men with clean shaven faces.
With nativity and angst, sometimes in
Foreign languages that make me just as
Confused as the poet was.
I like buildings designed by men with skinny ties.
Their buildings always seem to make
So much sense.
I like romances with men with frames
Over the bridges of their noses, so they hide
What their eyes really feel, and in order to
Show me, they have to take them off before
We kiss. But that blurs how they see what I
Really feel.