When a man is serious

A man is serious
when he needs to fill to brim
his crying void and lack.
His bliss needs be iron,
driven by the loose rein
that runs a gazelle.
A very serious man
pledges your unborn
children trips to Paris,
eateries in Venice, finest wears,
enrolment in the best schools;
when his quiver exalts
the sun and the moon letters.
Hai! He will clasp your hands,
feel your ribs outlined with bones.
He will inspect the rough edges,
and hear sonorous their creaks.
Hai! He will say 'beautiful mud',
'charming dust', 'spotless smoke'
'perfect imperfections',
for while his quiver exalts,
the sun and the moon letter.
If you find a real man, lady,
he will even tell you much more.