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My Man

A man I know ....
 
A man I see before me 
Is a man in every meaning
Knowledge in his words
A mind of many sides
A lover of kindness
A lover of mine 
His strength is bold
His understanding is heart felt
A determination in his being
A teacher to his young
A wisdom that he has learned
A respect and love to his teacher 
His passion is passion its self
A fire that wants to be free
A hunger for desire and to be desired
He knows how it is to feel alone
His heart has been torn
But still he feels with love and admire
A man of strive and ability and morals
He works hard and strong and is a good father
Like the seed that grows with nature
His home needs the heart that completes 
For his children to feel the breeze of laughter
And love that makes you sleep with ease
I know this man 
He lights up my day
I love this man in everyway
I understand the way his heart races faster
The look in his eye as he smiles
I am even in part of his dreams
His thoughts are carefully said 
A voice that helps when a voice is needed 
Caring wisdom is shared 
Nor does he judge just encouragement is given
A man of spirit that is free to be free
A love that is strong a man that is real
And best of all I can say 
He is my man

By the Wayside

Remember third grade,
When the raciest book the teacher 
read out loud
Was Wayside School Stories?
Maybe because my mom was all for 
wholesome stories,
But hearing those books was a 
weird guilty pleasure.
It was my first introduction to the 
bizarre:
The Gothic novel of children's 
stories.
Sometimes people disappeared into 
alternate dimensions,
But more importantly, Bebe Gunn 
was having troubles with her 
brother Ray.
Today, I remembered the ice 
cream.
The teacher at Wayside made ice 
cream flavored like each student,
To teach the importance of diversity 
and individuality.
And I remembered this today 
because I found your shirt,
Kicked under the stage, and I 
picked it up.
As I shook off leaves and other 
debris of neglect,
Your shirt let forth your essence to 
tease my nose.
And later I thought about how over 
time,
I would have probably grown 
immune to that smell.
I thought about how this must be a 
computing error in the universe,
If you truly don't notice that primal 
connection,
Like you don't seem to notice your 
agonizing attraction.
But at that moment, I had to walk 
away
Before my tear ducts could become 
inundated with particles of scent,
Because the craving I got was more 
than a chocolate-coated addiction.
I am suprisingly literal here, but
You would be my favorite flavor of 
ice cream.
Only then you would still be here to 
comfort me.
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