
Comfort is undersold.
Passion, unlike us,
never gets old.
When age exceeds
the body’s needs
comfort remains
as we enfold
hearts and souls
amidst limbs entwined
whispering I am yours,
and you are mine.

Comfort is undersold.
Passion, unlike us,
never gets old.
When age exceeds
the body’s needs
comfort remains
as we enfold
hearts and souls
amidst limbs entwined
whispering I am yours,
and you are mine.
Filed under POETRY

Do not drag me through the mud with you.
No matter what you say,
the fight will be down and dirty.
I know.
I have had to fight this way.
I will be beside you to comfort you.
I will not get in your way.
I am yours and you are mine.
Our fights are all our own.
We cannot our hands entwine
or the battle will be blown.
I will walk across the muddy field
and stay ready to lift you up.
But only you can wield the sword
so you may soon lift victory’s cup.
I will wash the mud from your face.
I will hose you down when needs must.
I shall trod the muddy field apace.
I will not make a fuss.
I have every faith you will succeed.
For, I believe in us.

Filed under POETRY

As I awaken
I feel your weight above me.
You taste delicious.
Filed under POETRY