I'll break the glass that screens the truth that even men can have dreams of love

See I have been asked many times to wax poetic by women looking for intimacy

So I did
So I will

I will paint that picture

I can imagine it all within quiet moments

Like every woman who spends days and nights posting pieces written of toes in sand and books read to them by candle lit bathing

I lay down with my chest on the floor a book in front of me hands outstretched and you'll be laying on my back with yours  against mine reading your own

You will hum some unnamed melody with your hair spilling over my neck and your one foot over the other swaying balanced on the back of mine

There will be a breeze coming through the window of the lounge causing a harmony if little sounds played by wind chimes unfinished books paging and cloth moving against cloth

The sun would shine through casting rays on the pallet furniture we both made piece by piece and the cloths and rugs each made stitch by stitch reflecting autumn colours against exposed brick walls

I crave this peaceful intimacy

This piece of contentedness part of a greater tapestry of beautiful moments is a glimmer of that which every man wants but can never show as this would be perceived as weakness

Cooking together in the kitchen, walking at the beach at midnight, picnic in park, writing songs, walking through the woods

I want it all, love and all
I want it all, *** and all

I want that which will move my heart
I want that which will shake my soul

But I can't tell anyone at all