Blond Manliness
He has this hair that sweeps across his head
In ways that every waterfall would want.
The thickness and the strenghts are currents spread
Across his scalp, a gushing fountain’s flaunt
Of blondness mixed with undercurrents. These
Are shadow depths but unrelated to
His Thor-like beard. Its redness is at ease
With frowning moustache whiskers to undo
The hardest heart. It doesn’t seem a smile
Could issue from those lips so near that nose
Constrained by manly hormones in the style
Of hard-assed gods of every realm and pose.
Although he’s dressed in softened, faded plaid,
His eyes contain the darkness of the mad.