It’s a night that followed raging rains.
We’re out with our pet Husky in the forest,
taking a walk on mushy grass, damp gravel.
It’s all possible shades of green here
on trees as old as five hundred years-
all soaked in rainwater, placidly still.
Suddenly green is my favourite colour
Pulling myself out of this dementia of adoring beauty,
I chance to look at you, just to lose myself again
by the sight of your dewy skin sparkling in the moonlight,
your feet mantled with brown Earth and
fallen wildflowers playing with your locks.
Who says Masculinity can’t be romanticized into verses?
Cosmic Virtues 