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It seems I missed the opportunity to wish you, a "Goodnight, Pleasant Dreams", my dear.
   Many would say a small thing as Things go. What with the Trumpet blaring out "I Love You" and the Bassoons low mournful note of "Goodbye",  and in between, the blazing Pinions of love's "Do or Die".
   But here is a Home!!  This thing made of Stone and Brick, Trees cut to fit.  Call them Love, Faith, Charity and most crucial Hope.
      This small profound edifice is held together by the Mortar(Good morning, Beautiful. How are you today) and Lathe ( let's do this together. Can I do anything for you?  May I ease your burden My Dear. How can I Help.) And the Nails of Iron and the Glue that Binds( Good night.  And Peaceful Dreams, Sleep here in my arms.).  It's all these little things that hold it together. The Constant Work that Love Engenders in one another to Build Together. That Proclaim Quietly but Resoundingly, One Moment to the next, Day upon Day, Month to Month, and Year after year, that We are Companions in this Life. That I will not forget that My Friend is with me and to always Undertake for the best for My Helpmate.
    That is the bedrock upon which  Love of each other and all the rest is built.
  And so,when all the nourishment I want is in front of me.. Your mind... With all your Hopes and Dreams, Fears and desires, your Passion and your Apathy, your Great Strengths and your small Limitations!!!    
       All the memories we created together. When seen through your eyes The perspective and light, have changed all I see, as if for the first time.
    You and our first kiss, Discovering in ourselves each other. That is what it is about. Learning where we fit together like a pair of double doors that had been used individually in different houses.
     The years apart gave us different wear and an admixture strength and weakness.  A Fine smoothed finish polished by countless hands, yet Rough here or there, where kicked open or the small crack from when we stood firm against those of Ill repute who used without care.
       But when finally brought to the others side, Its obvious they were made to fit together from the start, that this is where each belongs.  Supporting one another and facing the world, Side by Side.
    To our Friends. ALL-WAYS  Open an our Ownself.., we allow our selves the privilege of accepting that we all have flaws and own is that we Dont deny ours.
Remember that while we apart gained and lost and so did they.  If you look we might need some sanding here or there. A bit of planing and joined in a couple spots. But .. We were always for eachother. Made to stand together each fiting the other a left and a right the same in their differences..complimet.
             - Alexander Hamilton 2018
For Brittan Lewis
It can and does happen
An Answer

You ask ME,
why there is War?
My love, I will tell thee of humanity.
When thou ask me of humanity.
I will tell thee of Love.
  Ask me of Love, And I shall tell thee
of Pain.
To speak of Pain,
I will teach you to Fear.

   To speak of Fear, thou must learn of Need.
To learn of Need. I must answer in
Want.
  When I tell you of Want,
thou shall Know of Longing.

When you understand
what it is, to ..Long.
  I will tell you of Children, and you
shall learn of Beauty.

   When you learn of Beauty.
We will speak of Peace.
   When you know Peace,
Then Love, I shall take your hand.
   When you ask, 
"Do I Love?".
I shall Kiss you.
When you ask,
"Have I Loved"
I shall answer,
"You are here.".
   I will hold you in your Pain.
I will Fear that you should know War.
   I will Pray that your children,
Create Art of their Love.

I will long that they shall grow old,
And Know more,..Peace
Then I have yet,
...to Learn.
  
And when I learn, I shall know god,
An Answer I Pray.
Feeling mortality and Futility. And most of all.  HOPE
Are you out there my Friend.? ? Somewhere The Wind is blowing..? Where your footprints are gone as soon as left. No one to know. No one Knowing.?
       Are you in the Wind? ? A voice, distant, lost in the swirl of snow and Autumn leaves.? Your way Home...unknown.
       The next step taken, but down what path.? Will it lead through this wood, or wander Forever this Dismal forest of Bramble and Thorn? No shelter in sight. No sheltering insight.
Crows with eyes bright. Plucking at your at your sleeves and dress. Catching your skin, bleeding you like a priest with a fleem. Leaving you wounded and hurt., weary and wary.
       If you stand still but a moment., cease your struggling, stumbling and listen. you'll hear my voice.
On the Wind
Calling you Home.
Safe within the walls and warmth of my arms.
For Brittney. Your looking for what you already found.
I need no Dreams... Those of life prove nothing but the smoke of poppies., And those of my slumber.! ? ! ? . Too Now, too Here, too Raw. My Past haunts too well, a discontent.
So sweet as that pipe is....on a river of ending.
Sold Soldiers Lament
I seek you between the pixels
and the pixilated.
Electrons still smell of where you past.
Photons rearranged, your likeness,
flutters then fades again
a Wrong wavelength. If you were here You'd see,
my hand in the air,
a foot on the couch
antenna awkwardly stuffed
in a sleeve extending to the gods.
as
I Ballance my loginhand technology.
Laughter iHear and twist my head
this way 2nd that... I'm getting close..I turn my body
...oh! " Hello honey, your not online?"
DEAF EYES, BLIND EARS, THOUGHTLESS TONGUE,
WORDLESS RAGE, MY MIND ON FIRE, MY LIFE IN FLAMES, SELF IMMOLATION.
BURN IT, BURN IT ALL, TILL THE WORLD IS NOTHING BUT ASHES IN YOUR MOUTH.
LIKEN THE WORDS LIFE, LIVE, LOVE ,...
IT ALL ENDS. A MAIDENS' VEIL, A MAIDEN HEAD, DEATH. TILL YOU ARE JOINED LET NO MAN PUT YOU UNDER.
Ah.. shes here...I shuffle around the stalls... watching..out of the corners of my eyes.... she knows ....Intimacy...a hand on flank..careful..
.you'll break me....with your gentle hands..
..My hard mouth....your soft lips..
..unruly, unruled....old horse...a kiss.
.. Confused, ...stallion in name only.
... You whisper... My ears *****..
... forward..the hunt! ....your scent on..
..My bridle...I smell u still...
.. Calm...Comfort...Welcome...
.Gentled, not too gently....a strong hand.
. It grows trust …..truth...a Stallion! Once more.
Panting...pawing...'Be easy'..nervous eyes roll.
.a hand on the neck...a caress..'Gently '...you whisper,
.... hot breath against ear
… I snuffle and toss my head
…. still a bit frightened…..her power!
..Will you ride.? ! ..firm thighs and buttocks..
..Toes point... Heels dig...all Give and Take….
. Instruction to...from...the muscled beast.
..straddled. Awkward… too long without….
..A Rider … the matching... Gait with hip...
Walk-on.. Trot, pounding...Heels clip.
..faster, just a bit..Then smoothly they fit her to him.
...a canter.....this long stretch....rocking like one creature
….each a part of the other...breathing evenly…
...caught ….. Breath comes quick...bodies warm.
. Exertion...strength..trust.. Leaning forward..
knees grip..pulling...toes curl..in..
..hot breath..whisper in an ear… Now!
...hands grip mane... As they clench
… bit between the teeth...She..
...gives him his head... Finding his rhythm
…. home in sight...a last burst……
Rider/Stallion sweat soaked … blood pounding..There... againthe scent of her...Sweet Hay rising.
..she whispers… yes oh yes… I knew…
you had it in you.. In me...oh gods….YES! ! .
. No! not the pasture yet for you.. She chuckles..
.bodies tangled in sheets ….. Her mane of dark hair..
Scent of her fills him …
glad to be..Alive? Yes..head…. Heat…
heart...bursting…Not now… But soon.
. A gift.. This youth.. Who see's value in an old war horse.
..ridden.. but no more to war and blood..
.gentled, both he and she… sleep…bridled passion.
..her...a scent of sweet hay…
.him...an old spice..and gunpowder? ..mmm.
by Alexander K Hamilton
For B.L. come safely home.
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