Held

I dreamt of being held
by male arms and gaze.
The man whose arms
encircled me was kind,
but I could never find
a manly type like that,
not in pop culture
or thought. And those define
a growing heart.
I therefore tuned said heart
and caught another channel,
which came through in rougher
and less gentle waves.
A man who butchers hearts
and calls his lovers slaves.