And like a
Whiskey over rocks
Or a new
Backyard slide or
The feel of
Your skin as
My fingertips dance
Like the way
You croon into
My soul so
Far away from
Me you are
As smooth as
An icy cold
Drink on a
Hot July day
And like a
Whiskey over rocks
Or a new
Backyard slide or
The feel of
Your skin as
My fingertips dance
Like the way
You croon into
My soul so
Far away from
Me you are
As smooth as
An icy cold
Drink on a
Hot July day
So we met
At long last
Two men together
As friends we
Dined and drank
Laughed and listened
Talked and wished
But all we
Were were children
Playing at beach
Trucks and bulldozers
Laying a foundation
That not even
The days tides
Could wash away
That is us
Children around each
Other simply dreaming
I want to
Thunder like storms
Pound like hail
Shock like lightening
And blow like
The sweeping typhoons
But I am
Simply a moist
Eave dripping slowly
Into the cistern
The same drip
Drip and drip
Until I’m dry
And you’re quenched
And so you
Like green and
Yellow colors of
Friendship and harmony
Funny that these
Two things you
Have become for
Me for mine
Is blue just
Like the stars
Above in Heaven
That twinkle down
Now upon you
And in the
End comes a
Beginning like
The leaves of
Fall blankets the
Buds of spring
So goes love
When one ends
It gives way
To the beginning
Hold not onto
Your heart ache
For it is
Just the thing
Needed for the
New blossoms of
Love to bloom