I’m like a

Puppy when left

To own devices

Shoes sofa and

Socks become toys

I need affirmation

That I’m a

Good boy or

Else I become

Just a pup

A bad boy

In your eyes

And like a

Barren field we

Tilled picked rocks

And planted the

Friendship seeds watered

Them with interest

And curiosity weeded

The distractions of

The others basked

Them in the

Sunlight of affection

And harvested them

Last night tonight

Let us sit

At our table

In each other’s

Arms and feast

Upon the bounty

That we both

Have tenderly sowed

There is a

Box which I

Keep tucked away

Somewhere south of

My chin and

North of stomach

Where I keep

Trinkets and baubles

And of which

Few ever see

I showed you

Last night this

Treasure trove explained

Things and let

You touch delicately

You handled things

With care and

Compassion no longer

Hidden they are

Now ours to

Play with pretend

With dream with

And simply enjoy