You who left the fold before they folded it off you
You who came out inventing your own how-to-scale-a-wall with on consonants
Let them call you different
Let them bait the minnows of your heart
Show them your heart is a school of fish, a solar system of all moons
When asked, say, “My heart is always causing the mating season.”
When they call you full of yourself, say, “Yes, I do breathe better air.”
Breathe in their scorn and breathe out Eldorado.
Let them come with their glassy, cutting smiles
Let them come with their saw-blade hands
Let them choose easier guys
You’re not easy.
You don’t display your sexual prowess in cubicles filled with self-deduced, open-minded criminals jeering you on
You’re not easy because you’re not like some who date below the line, simply because Madonna and Julia Roberts paved the way for them.
When he tells you he is tossing your broken root out his open window and holds up to the glass a more common man, Surrender.
Gracefully surrender the pretend olive branch of his intimacy while you’ve always stood in shoes too small for you
When he says he is easier to handle, live with, attach to, fuck, I want you to remember your neck
The way it ascends space – and always has – above the rest
You were brought here for so much more than walking two-by-two up a ship plank.
Anyone common enough to go coward at the depth of his love for you wasn’t meant to walk beside you
Love should not have us stoop to fit a portrait.
Love should have us elevate our infinity
So, Uncommon man, don’t settle for less.
Instead, stride towards the ever shedding horizon
Take his example of renewal.
Wear your grief like a party dress!
Remember, the sun’s only lover is not the Earth.
She’s got moons on every planet.
So, go live in the liquid bowl of gold you were handed for a skin
Uncommon man, let the easier man pick up the socks
Embrace your splendid singularity
And look to the rest of us Uncommon men, standing in the centres, holding up the reins.
Written by Vhar