Men (for all of the straight men, who wish I wasn't a lesbian.)

i love dick.

i love

his attitude
in the marketplace

and on the floor

of intellect.

his drive.

his muscle.

his rhythm

on a field

yardage contingent

upon masculinity.

i love his cock

in ballet tights.

his depth

especially

at the Met

his ambition

his attraction

to me.

his ability to bravely escort liberty home.

his power ties.

his power lunches.

…and how much i have been a part of them.

still

he remains

inadequate

when i disrobe

desire.