My masculine side has fallen in love
with the masculine side, the sonic
beats of the soul blending in with
the rings of Saturn and jazzy Neptune,
magnificent muscles mixed in chemistry
and passion, vivid veins spinning in
hypnotic mazes, heavy basslines
and jamming angles, astonishing worlds
sending my existence into rocking
vibrations.  My heart is programmed
to feel masculine flesh, melt inside
its mountains of love, drift inside
strong symmetries of shimmering
seas, take in the twirling funk,
whirling windmills, florescent flows,
appealing alleyways rising in upbeat
sensations, circling consonants and
conjunctions cruising in creative
crystal-clears, sensuous forces,
flaming fires of light sifting within
cosmic galaxies.  Feel the language
of love within thick thighs and ankles,
chiseled chests and crunk abs, arms
of high flights drumming into the
next millennium, leaning into the
wind down to the windows of my soul.
My masculine side sways with the
green trees and leaves, seeps inside
square roots and derivatives, addition
and subtraction, multiplying nations
and nations together to create a
colossal of inventions, colossal
of clouds, colossal of thrilling streams
flowing into various valleys of love.
Divine divisions are in tune with
my anatomy, astonishing tunnels,
groovy, hypnotizing, a Harlem night
of enchantment and exciting delights.
I have fallen for the power of the
exhilarating *****, deep dimensions
growing into outer worlds of grand
glaciers, majestic wings, magical
moments, sweet escapes beyond infinity,
the touch of its kingdom a satisfying
symphony, a volume of serene sound
waves breezing throughout my cells,
taking me further and further into
its towering fountain of forests, fountain
of fascinating frames, fountain of endless
eternities, every inch of its perimeter a
phenomenal poetry of captivating temptations.