Within your vision,
I reacquaint myself
With the man I aspire to be
Not something lost or denied,
And where I falter,
You offer the means
To reach higher, to take wing
Within the sky of myself,
Even as I wallow in the rough dirt
Of my self,
It makes my touch prone to leaving marks
My kiss, as insistent as a promise
A gentle, brutal man
Who wants and not needs
Leaning into the edge of my fears,
Reaching for ambitions as distant as stars
And as close as a secret
Stronger for the beautiful, flowing test
Of your divine feminine
MB Blissett 