jet

Dressed in cocoa, shaking from caffeine and nerves, looking into bright, complex eyes I can imagine myself staring into those eyes from many angles, in many moods, Sunlight stokes them, and their shadowed embers still burn A planet is born - with a star and a moon and an atmosphere The spectrum of colors that makes life more than a movie, the reason an emoji is more than an emoji Compose for me, inner child The one they say survived See the world the way I can't Now that I've grown a while Sing for us, and tell us how The little prince was right. How beauty's not the shooting star The beauty is the night After twice again we've met, I hear a melody. Surely playing all the time But just now reaching me It's monotone; its blaring notes Though pure at first, complex And in me stir and calmly pass The things I'd once expect

Dressing again in yesterday's clothing, From across the room I see an exhibit, a study of nature versus nurture, I see a planetarium, a map of constellations painted on a triangular canvas Let newness place a stamp my passport of multitudes. Let it send me along, more complex and well-traveled than before. Dressed in bright cottons, feeling the world not as described, but as it is.

- march

pro·​files

I'm Ryan - I am good at making people around me feel comfortable but have occasional narcissistic tendencies (don't worry, they don't extend beyond an incessant need for affirmation of my high comedic caliber, my subtle musical talent, and my eclectic-yet-put-together taste). I am interesting because I have interests, and if you can't keep the pace, I'm likely to give you a big kiss on the mouth one time only and send you on your way. I want to travel and hold hands on the train while looking out the window or practicing Italian, but I also want to be reasonable and find contentment in cheap thrills like bowling or rotary sushi, or lying in a hammock or trading massages. I hope you have it in you to perform the occasional romantic, creative gesture, because otherwise how will I know you're not just content being with any old person who's as interesting and put together as you? In search of a snuggle bug who smiles a squinty, explorative smile back at me when I stare into their eyes. Seeking a hand-holding buddy who will be oh so happy when I bring them coffee in the morning & also who says "I was thinking the same thing" when I say we should definitely go to the party but leave early.

Perks of me: motivated and responsible, interested in lots of things, can bake pumpkin bread so well, houseplant lover, most music- and movies-lover (unless they're harsh), very friendly to waitstaff but doesn't call them by their nametags like a dad, allergic to nothing (except bee stings like a typical human), votes & finds most republican figures repugnant

Downsides of me: can't whistle or wink (though I'm practicing), my incessant jokes and midday dance moves must be humored, cannot think in macro-strategic terms, interrupts a lot, can't get behind horror movies or mezcal, breaks glassware pretty often with my butterfingers, ok yes sometimes I call servers by their names like a dad

Intermediate yogi and non-abrasive-media lover with scrawny arms & a killer jawline seeking trim-bearded cutie-pie four-eyes reader who enjoys fast-paced games and has vibrant dreams and good-people friends. Literally cute and good at so many stuff, but listen you gotta know that I have super pointy bones, so my shoulders are not soft to lean on, and my lap is not soft to sit on, and I sometimes look like man-from-50's-ad when I smile really big. But a thing about me is that I can look so cute while I cook and clean in my apron and watch the kids. Definitely must be banter-friendly & bullying-averse & always want to snuggle me, even if my elbows are sharp. We can talk about books and movies and Guy Raz and friends while we make lasagna together. If there's something about me, it's that I'm a 4. So you best be prepared to spend the rest of your life learning the ever-changing cosmos that is me, and in return I will do my best to keep loving you and not getting bored or scared when I feel any ebb in my desire for you. I just read an article about how sadness and difficult emotions (at least 10% of the time) are necessary for a fulfilling life. Or something like that. Maybe if you're spectacular, I won't even experience the same ebbs I did before--no pressure though. Just would be nice. Wow I sound like a bitch, don't date me. I'm attracted to men who look like sleepy dads. Ferris Bueller sweatsuits and short beards and glasses over half-asleep eyes. One time I walked out of the basement where I'd been sleeping, and my brother and sister were sharing coffee at the table. My brother, younger, looked affectionately at me and said he can't wait until I meet a man who loves waking up to me every morning. I wish I remembered it exactly, because it poured warm honey on my heart. Maybe that man is you!

stars

I leaned over the side of my bed and saw stars above my neighboring building I had to really get low to see them Almost two years they've been treading, steadfast Not waiting for me to notice them - just shining, because that's what stars do