Male

I am a fine-lined poem,
A dance,
A culmination of dreams
The accumulation of rivers.
I am the brackishness of the digital façade,
I am homeliness and handsomeness combined.
I am at times, a weirdo,
A saint,
A lover,
A prince.
I have walked the streets of Rome.
I have entered Paris quietly.
I have taken erotica
In addition, shot meadows.
I am deep and dark,
Open and radiant.
I am of sound mind and at times even sounder.
I am a bike rider,
A horse-drawn trailer with lights,
A cast shadow,
A surfer.
I am an artist,
A writer,
The soul mate for someone.
I am freedom
And truth.
I am a beauty-seeker,
An average person,
Alone temporarily.
A shy man,
Aggressive.
I am a modernist,
A Warhol-like painter,
A color field painter,
A line drawer,
An observer,
A quiet man.
I am soft and gentle,
Tender and eloquent,
At times desperate,
Most times, you would not know it.
I am the wallflower,
The wall,
Even the design in the wallpaper.
I am the mirror you look into when you see yourself,
The self that questions.
The self that feels.
I am the self that likes your feelings.
The self that clings to your tears.
I am the self that wants to know you.
To tell you that we can be open and safe.
I am the man who listens to what you say and do not say.
We are a team.
We see things the way that I do and you do.
We pick one person and make it work.
We are the lines in a work of literature.
We are the image in a painting.
We are the artwork that makes us rise to be better.
We are the “morning pages” in a composition book.
We are the canvas,
The gesso,
The oil-based paint,
Moreover, the image, one-after-another.
We are the words -
A dialog,
A monologue,
A song,
A play,
A novel,
A continuation,
A metaphor
The long hum
In a department store.
We are the music in our heads.
We are the drifting of fog
Down a long corridor.
We are two lovers at Coit Tower,
We are the four legs that intermingle on a bench
Alternatively, by the sea in a blanket.
We drink fine wine from Rhone glasses,
Crystal.
We prefer candles to halogen,
Although we like the latter on our paintings.
We have created books that render a kind of sadness
That makes us happy.
We want nothing more than to create catharsis in others.
This is how we measure our lives.
I am here for you,
If you are ready.