Give me a domestic man.
Someone whose hands have kneaded dough
Someone who knows how to make flowers grow
Someone in whose arms babies feel safe.
I can take care of myself.
I can make my own ends meet.
I can ride the train and face the strain
Of long days and thankless labor.
But when I come home
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: content,home,intimacy,love