Femininity

A song comes on
And petals flow through my mind
Vibrant colors and somber seas
And just a a feather falls into my hair-
A wave of guilt encumbers me

The house is empty
I’m wading in warm waters
My breathing freed by fragrant vapor
Then suddenly- I pull closed dark blinds
And lock the shutters shamefully

I see the women who raised me
Akin in blood and height
Yet when I think of what they taught
A cacophony claims that it’s not right
Compassion, kindness, fantasy
Stupid, pointless, trite

So here in virtuous poverty
Two coins, each lacking face
One of he, one if she
A man diseased with empathy

I think of my aborted dreams
And fantasies too gay
I think of sensitivity
And wish that it could stay
This poetry ashaming me
And yet it doesn’t cease
Perhaps it’s leaking from a wound
A crucial missing peace

I’m a good man, or so I claim
Yet have overcome no urges
There is no animal inside
With harbors carnal surges
So why is there this story told
That women love and men just sex
It breaks one’s heart for some illusion
Inequity protects

I wonder if I could live free
Of these male expectations
Demonizing frailty and creative expressions
Imagine all the beauty lost
By guilted boyhood minds
Imagine all the songs and words
That muscles leave behind
Imagine if I shared this text
With friends, and fans, and family
Perhaps I’d have a moment true,
Of honesty,
Of amnesty.

But I was born a lanky man
Who must make my amends
Through cold and stoic apathy
The charade never ends.
So raise your sons most lovingly
And have them as they are
Save them from diminishing
Their elegance of heart
Keep their face towards femininity
It’s a true man’s second part

-Galwyn

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Backtrack

From tidy steps, to sideways gait
The tracks go backwards
Toes widen, steps shorten
A limbering bear, leaves craters in its wake
Yet further back, the spreading tracks
They sharpen, feline, long and limber
With slinking steps and silent timbre
Though sadly not cut out for winter
Still further back, before the snow
The tracks now thin and canine
Hyena’s laugh, coyote’s bite
Where there lies death, they go
And one final track
From naked carcass
Bones picked clean and bleached
Veins once pulsing long ago
Before the pack beseeched

-Galwyn

Biodegrading

Biodegrading

Oversimplification
Claiming that love is some hormone addiction
A chemical fission
Not alchemic ambition
Turning words into gold
With no worldly condition

Biodegrading

Entrapped in rotation
Like the sun and the moon
And the ocean’s migration
Envious flicker
Green flash of constriction
Binding my heart to this ancient depiction
Of petals collapsing
And pupils relaxing
And rise from the ashes
Degradation relapsing

-Galwyn