Again we fought
You sitting there
In pain as
Though my words
Were carving out
Your heart inch
By inch your
Tears bleeding as
Though I nicked
An artery me
Cupping them and
Trying to save
You putting them
Back into eyes
Taking you into
My arms like
A frightened child
Comforting you assuring
That this nightmare
Will pass soon
Returning us to
Daydreams we are
And now we
Sit me here
Writing words and
You there choosing
Pictures both of
Us being creative
Though not together
For when together
The art that
We create is
For our eyes
Only
You are like
A metaphor being
One thing but
To my eyes
Something very else
A man yes
But to me
A tall tree
Upon which to
Climb or shade
In you I
Find my tree
House my only
Place of adventure
Imagination and joy
My place to
Go when the
World abandons me
In you I
Simply collect myself
And standing there
Robes open and
Draping like curtains
Partially hiding rooms
I run my
Hands across your
Back like stroking
The strong flank
Of a stallion
Pulling your face
To mine I
Feel the steam
Against my lips
Like sipping a
Rich black cup
Of coffee as
I drink you
In warming me
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
