"contexuality" poems
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
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC