New Poem [First Draft]

Trans(ient) Masculinity

Desirous thief walking, 

I take a piece of every silhouette crowding 

My vision

Is seven miles a second,

Hungry for textures of men 

To hoard in the coat 

I lifted off a man from a film in a burgundy-bathed theatre.

He smoked cigarettes on dark angelic streets,

Lanky form wrapped in flowing charcoal.

I followed, 

I burned, 

I sunk clipped nails into his outer layer,

Catching.

My eyes, peeled from across the street, trail a posture:

Rigid yet at ease. 

Delicate as a willow, sturdy as a pine.

That sweet masculinity which lingers after the wearer departs.

I separate from this dragged-around collaged form of mine,

Manipulate space to catch up, 

Try on his demeanor, 

Wrap it around myself like a scarf,

Thread it til it fits 

Take it in, pin it 

Cut it up so it’s mine, 

Flowing with the skin on my back,   

Hard and worn as the leather adorning weary feet.

Sacred quiescence blankets figures on every street.

On a constructed body it leaves no trace.