Ode to Man

Man is beautiful, Man is a drug.

Nothing more right or perfect
Has ever existed. Every small detail

Culminating into a heaven of the sublime,
Every little part dazzling the eye
With its haunting impossible beauty,

Growing and obliterating my soul
In joy and worship and gratitude.

There is no other more searing,
Deeply reaching, agonizingly lovely
Poetry of perfection, there is no

More great and worthy of a masterpiece
In nature as the male form for me.

The day Man was created, he was truly
Watched over and crafted by angels.

And still... Despite God having fashioned
Something so impossibly endearing,
So impossibly magical and wonderful,
So very necessary and profound,

And so heartbreakingly gorgeous
And awe inspiring,

He was even more crafty and surprising,
And threw in a little extra to make Man

Truly ineffable and unforgettable...

He made him smile.