I knew a boy who ate kiwi rinds.
One who apologized with Coldplay songs.
One who played singing bowls.
I knew a boy who hid chocolate bars behind soup cans.
One who filled our garage with dumpster dives and stolen goods.
One who declared- you are so beautiful- every day.
I knew a boy who took his maple syrup cold.
One who could massage away the world.
One who would carry me down the stairs on a whim.
I’ve known boys.
I’ve had boys.
I’ve held boys.
How sweet it is to have a man.
Cover photo cred: Caitlin Shearer