Soft Touches on Mars Birth Astronauts

Him

Photo by Elia Pellegrini on Unsplash

Raise me under gentle lights
show me the colors of the midnight sky

Touches of honey
candlelight dinner
a new song on the radio
let’s dance like beginners

I am scared to speak yet I watch you

Cry and laugh with me
tell me tears have no gender

Fogged forests hurt and curse
I don’t want to hear about witches
bitches
or men in stitches

Hold me with tenderness
expand my life

I am so interested in stars
with love grows a passionate astronaut
I am enough
I am unique, he, him, I am magique.

Dedicated to a young man that trusted me to document the horrific homophobic attack he went through. Dedicated to all beautiful, real men.