MaleStorm (to Mr. B)

Good morning I

Whispered into your

Beard like I

Was talking to

My teddy bear

As a child

Reaching under the

Blanket for your

Chest like I

Did when I

Touched that hairy

Bigger than me

Port Washington dog

Feeling you stir

Turning towards me

Like that malestorm

Discovered in the

Rocky River pulling

Me slowly deliciously

Into and down

Submerging in you

This quiet and

Sleepy new day