I was born loving women Fresh into the world I loved my mother, a woman Who despite having a son, That bore a name with the weight of two generations Carried me well I loved my sisters the way that brothers do Tried to protect them While they took care of me, taught me how to be a man I practiced kissing in hidden rendezvous with their Barbies Loved daycare directors who sat me on their laps And...
I hope that one day that you realize that you are the ideal. You are the girl that everybody has sketched in the corner of his homework sheets as his future bride. You are the watermark, what everyone is hoping to live up to. You make boys want to be men and men want to be better. You make us want to kiss better, love longer, and dream of dying happy. You are you. You are what we want.
I am weak to whiskey,women, and words. I used to be a vodka boy but I put away my Russian dreams for a little bit of that Kentucky drawl in the back of my throat and on the tip of my tongue. I speak a little better this way, tipsy so I’m leaning to the side enough to keep out of my own way but not enough to fall down. I like women who have not definition of what a woman is but rather...
The morning sun looks like egg yolk And I am reminded of when my father Took my sisters and I to the local feed store To get chicks On the way home in my father’s blue truck, that wasn’t the color of the sky With the black bed, that was too rusty to be the color of night, He explained to us Chicks do not mean chicken nuggets And that we would have to take care of our new pets We tried...