I Love Men/Gay as F*ck

I love men. I love when a perfect sunshine dance

on our faces and when a tender caress

of shade outlines the silhouette of a man.

I love when I get to make us laugh, smile, and grin

and when I finally get to crack the resilient shell

that a serious man was molded from within.

I love how differently we express ourselves;

when a suit and tie dress a baritone voice

and when our summerwear lasts until spring.

I love when we lisp and when our wrists are limp

just as much as I love how we spread our legs

when we sit and the many ways we simply exist.

I love how our beards shimmer and glisten

when wet and when lit and how good it feels

when they intertwine in a passionate nest.

I love how soft our lips are

when pressed against each other

and how the taste of beer lingers

on our tongues and senses after we’ve kissed.

I love the sameness we share in our bodies

and minds, the narcissistic sensation of knowing

without knowing the depths of the other’s desire.

I love, most of all, when we’re free from the chains

of institutions and can hold each other as lovers,

brothers, and devoted friends in resolution.

Cover photo by Radek Pestka.