I want to go
Back to those days
When we would play
Tag and when my 
Favorite color
Was blue and I 
Daydreamed of power rangers
And asked myself how 
Airplanes could stay up

My arms wrap around your waist
And my breath crawls up your neck

As "I love you" escapes from my heart
And a content sigh escapes your lips

What's it mean to be a
Man? Do I have to have
Big muscles and a penis just
As big or do I have to be

Free from emotion except for
Anger which I must
Draw from often or is

A teacher once
Said to me "Tom,
What is poetry?"

And I sat for
A minute or
Maybe an hour and 
Looked at the
Question and found 
My answer and cleared 
My throat and then 
I said

Take my hand
Tightly and run 
Through this field
With me

Watch the tall 
Grass swaying with the 
Wind parting before us like
I'm Moses and it's
The red sea

Lay down between 

I'm sitting on a stone 
Ledge outside my old 
School with an
Old purple notebook I 

Keep my poems in on
My lap, a blue ink
Pen in my hands, a water 
Bottle far from cold