Man for my Man

a poem by Greg Bronson

My mirror isn’t accurate

it tells a convenient lie

my masculinity in question

clothing that makes me hide

inside i love him dearly

details are kept quiet

stares from his girl-

searing the soul of my pride

she know not

who i am

retreat my benefactor

perform when shes around

my gosh im a good actor

until such time

that we can kick it

be real with our thoughts

I’ll continue to long quietly

Quiet in my thoughts

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