Man of My Dreams

I want a man that gets a boner for justice...

I want to hold a man the way thirst holds water

Let every river envy our mouths

Moonage Daydream by Brett Morgen

The man of my dreams

Doesn’t exist, it seems

I may have impossibly

High standards

But I insist—

I want a man

That gets a boner for justice

Who doesn’t get off on

Violence and oppression

I want a man

Who respects all women

Strangers and sisters alike

Not just who he wants to fuck

I want a man

With a gentle heart

A sharp mind

A smaller dick

I want a man

Who doesn’t hold

My trans body against me

But loves every inch

I want to hold a man

The way thirst holds water

Let every river

Envy our mouths

I want to love a man

With primal passion

Let every touch

Baptize our bodies

Let every kiss

Hit our bodies like a season

We don’t need a rhyme or reason

The man of my dreams

Doesn’t need to have everything

But he needs to understand

A couple things:

Kindness is handsome

Empathy is hot

Self-awareness is sexy

Being a misogynistic prick

Isn’t

Let every man

Soften from clay

Accept they don’t have

All the answers

And the world doesn’t

Revolve around them

We’re all Atlas holding it

On our shoulders

When I send out

The silent whisper of a prayer,

“Please, I want someone kind

To love me.”

I hope he answers,

“I’ve been holding space for you.

You’re my kind of person.

I am here, love.”