father’s day                       I have your body / hide & seek

I have your body

Masculinity is hidden there – in mine

In yours it’s sought it sweeps it curves with

Predicated beauty

Gracing and disgracing some men’s organs and the

Arms of certain privilege

But I still have your body

The gentle swagger in yours

A droll mince in mine

Your height is there, in moderation –

I struggle with your lows

But they amuse me – their imbibing nature                         make me love harder stronger fast

Keeps me guarded from

The speech of those detractors

Roaming streets in search of bidden gender to defile

But I have your body - to protect my gait

From  the wrath of deconstruction

It was built for you through generations of

Manly presence – by the time I received that gift

Shaded in the bough of your lover’s leafy frame              on father’s day we’ll think of her

Because I have her body too

But some see it wander mimic play -

Mince and swagger high and low

The gentle - droll foundations

Set upon the ways in which we have our bodies –

I have yours – inscribed

On mine