He stands there
Strength in his hands
And a mind that is full of joy.
He is husband.
He is lover.
He is father.
He is friend.
He is dominant
In his attentions.
And he is more.
He is a seeker of knowledge
Warm and filled with
Enthusiasm for life.
Reaching and seeking
And inside his heart
A small ember burns.
Burns and glows and waits
For the little puff
Of air that will fan the coal
And ignite the flame.
Ignite the flame that has lain
Like a phantom in his heart.
Captive. Bound. Unseen.
Unloved.
A phantom that is ready to be born into being.
That which he can be
Himself.
Complete.
Stripped of artifice and facade
Naked and unashamed.
And he kneels there
Strength in his hands
And a heart that is filled with joy
He is love
He is passion
He is giving
He is nurtured
He is accepted
He is Man.
lindy asimus 1999
