beauty, men, poetry, women

My shadow

I like my shadow

In the right light,

I can see the winter growth of my

Beard, the visible

Bristles on my jaw,

Tiny filaments 

The shape of my head

The heft of my shoulders

Building myself

Each day

There are no stains in

My shadow

For it is nothing

But darkness,

Gentle yet strong.

Accepted and borne

Without

Shame. 

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