How a Man Loves

By Keiron Brown

While many believe that men are not in touch with their feelings and cannot freely express what is in their hearts and on their minds, author Keiron Brown dispels those myths with a collection of poems and stories that are both lyrical and erotic, and personal and revealing. This collection draws from mans sensitivity to those closest to him, and opens his heart to let us look inside. No topic is taboo as we see a mans innermost feelings of love, of vulnerability, of hurt, and of passion, across all, and including, the most intimate relationships in his life. For those emotions that have been buried and denied for so long, How a Man Loves illuminates them and brings them to all to the surface.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 30, 2009
• ISBN: 9781477160305

Keiron Brown

Keiron Brown is a licensed psychologist and relationship expert, with many years’ experience helping people navigate life’s challenges. Sensitive to people’s needs, and knowledgeable about their wants and desires, Dr. Brown is able to express, in a literary form, stories that tap into the deepest passions and desires that are fundamental for many people. He currently lives and practices in South Florida.

Book preview

Sable

Soft caress flows

to gentle touch.

In so short of a time

you’ve come to mean so much.

You are elegant

and fine like sable.

I want to be with you if I am able.

My heart races in your presence

and echoes with song.

My mind is filled with you constantly

it is for you that I long.

You are rich

and smooth like sable.

I need to be with you if I am able.

This newness is like a drug

rushing through my veins

sedating, exciting,

and soothing my pain.

You are so valued by me

and warm like sable.

I have to be with you if I am able.

I want to look into old eyes

that I have known since then,

and know that I would love to make this journey

all over again.

You are luxurious,

We are smooth like sable.

I will be with you ’til I am unable.

Forever Eyes

I look into eyes

that I have known forever,

yet each time is as the first.

I know each look,

            each glance,

            every gesture

            and touch,

but I am still caught breathless

when you hold me close.

I measure time

            as the moments between your kisses,

And gauge passion

            by that which you stir in me.

Every instant is sweeter

and each second more intense,

when I look into those eyes

that I have known forever.

Black Girl

You sit there

in your black leather chair,

Terry McMillan neatly placed,

African art scattered throughout,

talking about

the way nigguhs are.

As a multitude of gold bracelets

consume your wrists,

urban insults

drip from your mouth.

Affected philosophy

and mispronounced platitudes

about our people

are the stuff of your soliloquy,

scored by Anita’s Rapture.

You demand respect

but offer none

to me

to us

to we

to you

as you sit there

in your black chair,

in your black house,

in the middle of ignorance.

Cinematic Glow

While you are watching the movie

I am watching you,

quietly, unobtrusively.

Your face and form bathed

in a cinematic glow,

tiny scenes from the lives of others

reflected in your eyes.

Absorbed in the storyline,

your brow furrows,

mind clicking,

figuring things out.

I want to smile,

but any movement from me

will alert you.

You’re sensitive that way.

I smile on the inside

where I find the warmth,

the happiness,

from you.

I turn to watch the movie

and I brush past your hand

in the box of popcorn.

Because I Love You

It’s been a long day, at the end of a long and stressful week for you. But I am here to relax you. Totally. The dinner I made and your long shower seem to have taken the edge off of your tension. Here we