O that man
What he hath
Isn't it more than anything
That attracts my eyes,just
O dear?
Men don't have curves
They say
They cannot be beautiful
They have to be handsome
O so gendered is our tongue
So complex
OK so
He has a beard
Not a grizzly bear
But a beautiful
French cut
I revert to nationalities
You hear!
His cheeks seem to be soft
As sponge
O cake
I remember
His hair
Not bundled up
Neither not in place
Is perfect
Combed properly
O his eyes do the talking
They are so near
Verdant black iris
To people's hearts
O but he's forgotten
Some bit of
Hair
At the back of his neck
Small strands
Of masculinity!
You'd say
Not properly shaved
I say fine
O dear
His enigma bears
A thankfulness
To these ones
I swear
His face clean
After a morning shower
He looks handsome
Or beautiful!
O not only ladies
But li'l ones are
'Attracted' towards him
O one of them
Holds a piece of fur
And gently touches his chin with it
He feels roused
And greets with a smile
Not goosebumps though!
Simple joys!
O you think where I get
These weird words
O they were
In a newspaper advertisement
Glorifying
If not deifying
That page
OK enough
But I think
In such images
Apparitions echo
Telling us
Something to learn