Academic 501s
With features so refined they almost preach
Of sweetness, he requires those whiskers to
Proclaim his maleness. Pastel bristles reach
Out towards a girliness, though they are true
To masculinity in thickness and
Conviction. Heaviness of eyelids lends
A strangeness with his beauty. On his hand
A tinkled fur of lightness slightly blends
With heightened manliness in veins bulging
There under not quite macho, blondish hairs.
It is as if sly gods are indulging
Propensities of sexes to vague prayers.
It is as if the gods have made a botch
Up, femininity at war with crotch.