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INSPIREDIt isn't what she does, rather how she makes me feel: glad to be a man.I can't explain why the curve of her neck, the way her little finger bending just so, moves me. Calming my male energy, filling me with a confidence that has nothing to do with her or me. Makes me want to see, really see, and remember what was seen and what she has awakened. One day my desire will be merely a memory No longer distracting me from living So tonight I'm going to enjoy it I'm not the master here, desire is. © Don Ewert, 1999. The poem was inspired by the image shown. Photograph © Tim Phillips, 1998. |
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