It's late, and I still know nothing about women.
They say that men have locked women up,
for all times, in all civilizations, in all lifestyles;
in one way or another locking away the soft things,
supposedly for their own protection....
maybe to break some kind of spell,
or, more likely...a fear.
But those men, on whom our gender might be judged,
never have tasted freedom as I have.
And for the men, who love other men:
it is probably easier for you.
Not socially, or politically, or overtly,
but poetically, romantically, truly.
Please don't misinterpret me, I say nothing of morals,
or religion...only Love.
And it really is hard for a man to Love a Woman,
someone or something so...dangerous.
Yes, dangerous to men who have to learn to be hard,
the hard way, dangerous to break down that fantasy.
There is a reason that most men are more hostile
towards women, than vice versa.
How strange, when you have so much more to lose,
than some misguided notion of superiority.
But this is what I want, this is what I need,
this tearing down and burning up.
These hands, this flesh, a vessel for fire and light;
I need your love, as the sun needs the night.