You could be any man

Really.

With the way that

Your arms curve in that place

Between elbow and wrist

Where muscle rides over bone,

Where every flex and sinew

Says man.

Or where taut fabric dips

In the hollow

That follows the curve of your spine.

Or in the small lines that form

Round your eyes when you laugh.

Or in your laugh.

It's just a laugh.

A man laugh,

A commonorgarden man laugh.

And you can't see

The way your faded jeans

Hang

Just so

Where I can see.

And even if you could

So what?

It's just a man-butt.

Hell, every man has one.

And in your scent.

Sure

Every man smells like man,

Doesn't he?

Like woods and damp earth

And promise of desire?

And they taste like sea

Don't they?

When you run your tongue

Laughing

Down over soft belly place.

And when

Mask of man falls from your face

And you are left just you.

Open, vulnerable, wanting.

And something sharp turns inside me

Because I've disappointed you

Without really meaning to.

And when you are gone

But not gone.

Yes,

You could be any man

Really.