“To a Man” by Maya Angelou

My man is Black Golden Amber Changing. Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight ok a patterned rug Coughing laughter, rocked on a whorl of French tobacco Graceful turns on woolen stilts Secretive? A cat’s eye. Southern. Plump and tender with navy-bean sullenness And did I say “Tender”? The gentleness A big cat stalks through…