If you have it in your heart to love yourself,
I am likely to love you (given a chance).
If not to the heights and the depths then
Perhaps still to the width of your soul.
I do not say that I excel under pressure,
Or that, at night, the stars consume my breath,
More that width is my forte, that girth,
That mirth is something I can put my arms around.
And if you have ever loved the fog that both can hide,
And yet embrace all your disparate parts,
I might be a man with whom you could be intimate.
But how, on God's green earth, could an honest man
Ever claim to love, to desire, just one woman alone.
Horsefeathers, I say and then say again! Horsefeathers!
Brian Johnston
January 5, 2018
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