Why do most men find the sorest spots on others to poke?
Same reason small children pick scabs I suppose.

Hush. Sh. Whisper not
A heartache in this space
For fear it get too watered-down
Over days over ages
That you lose a gift of purity
From God.
Pity.

And so I saw it.
That look.
Disdain?
Suspicion? Confusion?
Repulsion? Disgust?
I saw that.
Only one way from here friends.
Stay tuned.

So silly.
This thing called pride.
Silly and simple.
It is almost always the sole reason
A man doesn't go after what he wants.
And, therefore, also the sole reason
A man never gets what he wants.

Perhaps remember of our trip North:
The matching shirts
The cream pies in the convenient store
The Sasquatch Museum
The rafting
The Amish
The broken door ****
The concession stand
The game shows
The **** worship rub
Those few moments where we connected
The irritation you had while driving
The way you searched my phone while I sat by the creek
The confrontation about an innocent app on my phone
The suspicion phone calls on yours
The casino night we spent seperately
The night you slept alone upstairs
The later confession from you that you had already planned to break up with me well before that trip
But delayed it because
You still wanted to go because
you couldn't resist
******* me in that context.
The tracker you had already hid in my trunk back home while I had showered.

What a vacation!
I'm not sure I ever thanked you for taking me with you on your trip ,for which even though I paid half of the monetary cost,
It cost me a whole lot ******* more than that.

Be careful of the Tail of the Dragon.
Oil slicks can sneak up on you.

He repeats himself a lot.
I love that about him.
I also love the times when we seperate in public (like to use the bathrooms)
And I see him in the crowds with an almost panicked look, eyes darting around,
And then when his find mine,
His face relaxes, and he just smiles
One of those rare amazing smiles
That actually reach the eyes and burst out.
I love that.

And in this moment I can be free
Without past or present
Or future worry
When my face rests
In whatever unattractive position it desires
Freedom. Right there.

It's watching the sun from a west-facing porch;
It's taking a nap with the cat;
It's leaving behind all the ones that you love;
And feeling so guilty for that.....
It's the warmth of a body right next to yours;
It's watching that chest rise and fall;
Its taking a chance on that thing we call "love;"
'Cuz that's what it's all about .......   After all!

How many times
I had believed
Evil rapped my door
But many years
Passed on by; now
I'm not as sure.
There is a haze
That never clears
Looking through a hole
And so, to see,
We implement
Clarity of soul
And reaching back
To harder times
T'was not evil no
A lesser thing
A lesser threat
Came, but it did go.
And now the knocks
Come just as much
But I can just ignore
No heightened sense
No skipping beat
To raps upon my door.
I let them come
And let them go
Never see their face
There's no desire
To know just what
Calls upon my place
For I am old
And deaf and blind
And I care no more
Whether evil
Whether angels
Rap upon my door.