Sometimes, I see a man standing
with his back to me, and I read
youth in the slant of his spine,
Now I’m supposed to love myself,
clasp these hands together
as if they weren’t made to cup
Sometimes, I see a man standing
with his back to me, and I read
youth in the slant of his spine,
Now I’m supposed to love myself,
clasp these hands together
as if they weren’t made to cup