Masculinity is pervasively formulaic
and just a bull in the forest to me
Women are far more genuinely human
and breathe comparably better air

at times, my heart asks
why can one hate so many?
and who made this rule
that we may love only one?

hearts filled with love
are a rightly worthwhile goal
but actually: love only one,
fall in love with just one

to love more than one's
worse than not loving at all
hate whom you will, dear
but fall in love with just one

call me

if you have too many thoughts

if you can't sleep

I always think of you

I never sleep

when we began, we had no secrets
and we devoured each other's honesty
like milk, like honey

now we are weaned and we hunger for
any truth among the muddle of secrets
kept from each other's mouths

Our feelings are crushing together,
We are two birds of impossible  feather.