Virile salty drops fall on the hard gym floor, but the stud’s not crying among the 20 kilo plates and olympic bars: Andrew's sweating out one handed press-ups. He might pull the wool over his bright clear blue red-blooded eyes, but this hunk’s core knows – he's lying.
Thoughts on toxic masculinity and male vulnerability. Andrew is pretending that he is a hard man who doesn't cry but in reality the salty drops are tears not sweat, hence Andrew's he-man exterior is a lie. Line 4 - Andrew's is a contraction of "Andrew is" and not the genitive case. Line 6 Red-blooded is both the redness of his eyes (because he is crying) and a play on red-blooded as in macho. The ambiguity of the poem reflects the disconnect between Andrew's inner feelings and external lifestyle.