A man’s body is simply concave/vex.
When I watch Rodrigo slip out of his undershirt nightly, I see a pair of wide shoulders become bare. These shoulders are capped by a beanie of muscle. Muscle he uses daily to lift, to haul, or, nightly to push and pull.
They are convex.
When I watch Rodrigo watching me, I see his eyes. Magnificently brown and almond-shaped.
They are convex.
At night, under the sheet from our bed I feel his buttocks. Flexing and relaxing they are simply muscle.
They are concave.
In the twilight and glistening with goose-flesh, I see Rodrigo’s face. His lips: a pair of smiles. His hollowed and haloed cheeks.
They are concave.
Men’s bodies are elegant and simple geometrical shapes.
