As a man
A heterosexual man
I felt comfortable making the decision with her
To voluntarily share one of the most important tools for human flourishment
At 16
But as a man
A heterosexual man
I get uncomfortable at the notion
Of telling my best friend of 10 years
That I love him at 21
Unless we're both in a drunken stupor
Or a tragedy permits such vernacular
Am I a real man?**
Do I stand rooted
In a twined thicket of contexuality
Or is my purpose on the course of infinity
This is my first poem. Ever. On any website, notepad, etc. I wanted to illuminate a few things: the high ranking number *** gets set as on so many men's priority list from such an early age, and what defines a male as a man,
