I'd love to be a man

I’d love to be a man
even if just for one day.

To be able to sit back
and relax
while pots and pans stir,
the scent builds up
(“what a lovely combination:
the kitchen and her!”)
and a meal is created
like pure magic.

To be the one to ask
with a nonchalant smile
“what’s for dinner today?"
And hear my sweet,
priceless wife say:
"your favourite, dear" –
Her grudges and rage
well tucked away
under layers of tame, tame love
(not fear).

Oh, yes.
I’d love to be a man
in a man’s world.
To be the hungry,
lazy wolf
pampered by a dove.

HEY

You, out there,
on the other side!

Nice to know you care,
even though you tend to hide…

I know I’m not alone,
I feel your presence.
And it brings me such comfort,
such solace,
That even with no sign from you,
I sense your essence.