Cool rain shears night skies
Air is lace as thunder moans
The wind connects us
Tell me to laugh.
Tell me to smile.
Make no waves
To be worthwhile.
Don’t think of it
Don’t take the time
Will fit the rhyme
Devil may care
In 1993, I decided that it was not good
To mix me with men, and so I stopped.
For seventeen years, until a beautiful
pair of hands broke the ice around me.
That was but a brief moment leading
To seeing men as good, but no romance.
So have I decided to mix with men or
Is it too late that only fools would try?
Or is it enough to decide not to avoid
My hairy brothers and let life happen?
Just don’t ask me to shave my legs.