Quote reblogged from Man Down with 174 notes
Men in sleep aren’t boys, but aren’t
exactly men, either— they soften,
revert to animal,
curled-up beast […]
Not without violence, even now,
your hands clasp when brushed,
or seek out my haunch, my wrist, and hold
for a time, release with a soft grunt, affirm
that I’m here, or someone is.
From “The Merchant of the Picaresque,” a poem in Fair Copy by Rebecca Hazelton, reviewed at The Rumpus by Tory Adkisson. (via therumpus)
It’s weird to have a ~thing~ for guys when they are asleep, right?
(via whatwhatwhat)
I swear to you my boyfriend morphs into a baby bear cub when he is asleep and it just absolutely slays me.
Source: therumpus.net
