He Is My Peace
Colors on our bare skin.
Broad, gentle backs
with touches of humanity.

Our breathing
becomes one.
He looks at me with desire,
and I delight him with my longing.

My fingers touch his chest,
while his kisses
fill mine.

He lives, and we live.
He laughs, and we laugh.

Happiness—
it flows
from two souls
that long for each other.

Little laddie was a baddy,
Broke the rules -
Missused daddy's tools
Chucked rocks at fools
Watched as brother rocked a squirrel
Brother socked a loser
But mummy wasn't a soother.

Tooth fairy principled
Knock-Loose discipline
Lost tooth hits the porcelain
Another root dug out
Pick out the weeds
And let the rot grow from trees

Laddie in a playground
Abandoned by the swings,
Inert babbling,
Whistling through the gap
Where his teeth once yapped

Aghast,
A wolf approaches
Jiggling a bag of mummy's teeth.