Compartmentalised Men

How enchanting is that hard smile on a tough face, that protects the youth of your love and is often pursed in dismay.

Your eyes, at times, are bereft of hope that they do not seek but are shying away from the past. Yet more harshly, the corner lines do not hide and brazens your adolescent heart.

Somehow they are rescued and made to rest over the tenderness of your earlobe that concedes an earnest portrayal of your benevolent self.

And then there, I could see it turn scarlet red, when love purrs in your chest and your eyes shut momentarily to recollect every ounce of the warmth that you could never suppress.

~ One for a #ToughGuy