In loving you
In loving you
I have loved all men.
I see them walking down the street
rainbow-eyed, flower heads
stalk-necked, flowers of energy
and I have loved all men loving you
holding your face in my hands
I see all men
but in your face I see
only your eyes
I wanted you to be
what I was not;
I wanted you to bhe friend
and father and lover and adventureful pal,
companion to my sleepless night, evening
fairy wo sneaks up the bedroom stairs
into my waiting nakedneess, when I am tired
of the games and doubts of men.
---Perry Brass, 1971.