Adjusting My Self
Because that’s what we do,
adjust our selves,
without a flinch, grab and rearrange,
walking down a city block,
standing in a room of peers,
grasping with petulance upon that external
So why all the self-importance one might ask,
for those of you still
Call it the self-deprecation of the ability of man,
to justify their reason for being,
to make light upon the external nature of our intrusion,
perhaps I only want to apologize for my anticipation.
The real reason though will play itself out,
in that most delicious and sensual manner,
for it is that love of ‘woman’
the essence of elegance, beauty of her mystique,
it is the man in me that must always realize the gift
in all of her sinewy swoon,
that dazzle toward unraveling my mind at the sight of
And why man,
why can we not simply allow our lives to believe
in cherishing and honoring the natural Grace of woman.
I say this from the bottom of my heart,
because I have been allowed to know,
the true muse, the mysterious delight of woman,
and I am sated by her lovely enticement.
So, let’s make the adjustment one last time.
Be a man.