I love many men.
I am in love with a historian,
a poet,
a recruiter, and
a biologist, I think.
Or, at least, I think he is a biologist.
Bios, he is indeed.
I love big men, and small men,
short, although preferably tall;
usually, men are bigger than me.
Although, perhaps, I
am taller than one,
of them,
they are all older in any case.
Why choose just the one if
my heart is big enough,
my body is generous,
my mind is open,
and my forehead wide enough to host
a herd of kisses?
A
