How a Man Faces the World

Bah-bam!

Just come home...

No matter what....

I like this poem, but am still thinking about quite what exactly you mean -- are you referring to the games people play in relationship such as not making yourself available all the time so as to stay desirable to the other?

Hmmmmmmmm..in this case, in the poem, I was referring to a poem that was written by mikimoondancer, and referencing the series I am doing on how men think....and there seems to be a fine line between a man paying too much attention and looking like he is hoovering and week and too available and his staying away just enough to be missed and mysterious.  Men who are men in this sense have a life and friends and interests...if all he knows is his girl or wife he get under foot and looks ridiculous.  She may see him as needy and weak. He needs a life. This allows her to see him in action, to appreciate his manhood in context.  A man who asks for sex looks weak. A man who requests that you meet him in the bedroom looks he wants you, you are desirable, and he is not a mercy fuck. It's not for the purpose of playing hard to get, but to ensure that your relationship stays live and present. In absolute absence, anything can happen, but in absolute presence, day after day, eventually nothing will happen.  It is a balance.

and he becomes
an annoyance
for being
too ready
to please....

Omg this struck a chord and made me feel terribly guilty.  Does that make me an ogre ? Or merely female?   Great subject matter

A man who loses his way, however temporarily will lose sight of his purpose. This does not mean that they are not to be friends, far from it.  You and I are friends; we've never lost sight of our deep admiration for each other. I know you are a woman, and our relationship is solid and respectful. We give each other space and don't crowd each other.  There is a difference between pursuit and puppy dog trailing along as a side kick.  You and I have a healthy relationship, care about each other, and still see each other as man and woman.  You're my buddy, but I can see you there, writing with your hand held magnifying glass, tearing shit up with your concentrated heat lamp introspections like Lolita on an ant killing spree.  And I say, "Hey, how close do you have to get to fry one?"  And you say, "Let me see your hand, and I'll show you."  And I'm like, "I'm good, I can see it from here."  It's like that.

I loved the last stanza rt...good write.

strider