E-male

Fingers sit on home keys poised
Like bullets ready to be fired
The thoughts flow through my fingertips
Till every knuckle’s stiff and tired

Words can cut like sharpened swords
Or leave your heart a’beating
This one is just an inquiry
To find out where we’re eating

It may not be a “manly” job
Full of danger and mystique
But I’m a match for anyone
…at a cozy 74 degrees!