There was a pop in his talkA click in his step
Walking into the room like nothing happened there
With his Russian stoic heart
Brazilian gem stone stolen eyes
Italian leather skin
Pocket full of lies
With his Japanese sports car
Chinese manufactured artificial intelligence, his very own AI
Walking in the room with a smile and a knife
Hidden under his tie is a bullet
The one he's said he would bite
Hidden under his tongue there are voices
That are sharp as tacks
But shiver in the night
With his gold laced tacks,
he pokes and he prods And when after years years you still don't know what to do
You sit right through
And you stumble, and you nod
Men are born men
And boys will be boys will stay boys
It depends on what they hear,
When sifting through the noise
Boys.
They're slick and they're sly
Their hands are rough and rude
And they never say die
They stand burly with a menacing shadow
Big, thick and tall
Dark.
Laughing, smiles, making friends and talking it up
Brooding.
Shooting you a playful, happy stare
While chewing on the key to your cuffs
Boys. They make you feel good.
Boys. They're everywhere.
Men.
They're clumsy and quiet
Their hands have been hammered into, but they don't mind, they say
Because it was all for you
They stand unassumingly with a shading shadow
Value big, presence small
Light.
Teasing, talking, crying, screaming, listening, wanting, knowing,
Hoping he's enough to hold on to, letting you let go
Careful.
Sneaking in a quick, nervous glance
While chewing on his finger nails, trying to get out from his hands the shards of glass that have been stuck in
So maybe ...
His hand might hold yours
Men. They make you feel whole.
Men. They're nowhere.
I started to think and
When I think I don't know where to start
But when I start,
To end is hard
With every world that speed through
I hold on to one
YOU.
Him.
There was a smile around his teeth
A warmth in his step
Walking in the room where I hoped something would happen
With his heavy glowing heart
Life-giving oceanic eyes
Pink and supple skin
Little talks that fill the sky
With his hand crafted lips
Caught in the center of his eclipse
The way the soft of his neck felt
Against my finger tips
The way his touch
Took you in
But not too much
A thousand and one words said in silence
Hush.
Tones
For hours on the phone
You'll think about growing, getting old
And it doesn't scare you anymore
Waiting outside the room with a dozen roses for every time you made each other smile
And you're new
You unwrap yourself, open you up
You haven't done that in a while
Men are born men
And boys will be boys will stay boys
Men. They're somewhere.
