Formally known as

Formally known as
Woman
Man

A stand
On forked ground
Is calm and serene.

Acceptance is
But a fluid exister's
Fevered dream.

Get a lady
Suited up
In a day, a comfort killing
Feathered femininity
Built with
Brick and clay.

I like a man
Who lives in dresses
Soft hands dance
in lace caresses.

Future is on
Her shoulders shouting
To be

The man she sees

He longs for
Womanhood that swirls
Of staired ideas;
At night
They play out
Something real

Reviews

[Alexis Raine]

This is so interesting, inspiring. Filled me with curiosity while reading.

[Ed Hart]

I never actually lived in dresses, but I always got as close as I could...

your poetry, as you know, is difficult, as, I suspect, you are...but, your poetry is worth the while, as, I suspect, you are...