Point man, Slack man, middle man Drag.
Last in line draws progression fire.
Like geese on the wing.

No one misses the drag man.
Snipers delight.

Head count was short.
Drag man down.

Not going home
without a body bag.

Aint that a drag ?

Nothing in my many years, has convinced me
of anything as meaningful  as a woman's love ,her immeasurable value.
Conjoined with creation.Destined to span the rivers of null and carry man/womankind
to its unknown destination.

The capacity to love deeper than any man can.
A shimmering beauty past skin deep.

Untold pleasure. Immense pain.

I am staggered by the woman who lacks self worth.
Nothing more worthy exists. By the very nature of SHE.
Deliverer of life, Daughter of Eros.

A thing to be admired and desired.
A marvel to behold by the nature of SHE.

My Goddess, no  
My Love.
Nothing has surpassed you.
The sum of your essence . Priceless
Please know this and
never doubt.

Woman.
Held close

A silent space
focused and diligent.
Jasmine and clover.

A long long petaled  flower
sweet all over.

Fragrant delivery in the name.
Unique in space.

Constant and beautiful.
Jasmine for the minute or the hour.

A tall cluster. for the minute or the hour
Euphoria and calm
Sweet where it is warm

We sat in silence on starlit nights
on the rooftop in summer.
Looking at the city, the stars and beyond.

In silence. breathing softly.
She only held my hand, it seemed for hours.
And so it was. for hours.
except for" How are you doing baby?"

"Just fine  darlin" my reply
And so I was. We looked into our eyes then
returned to the silent journey, hands closed gently. What a ride.
And so it was.

She would sit between my knees as we journeyed sometimes.
Her head resting on my chest. Both gazing into the twinkling nighttime.
My arms wrapped around her, her hands holding both of mine.
her breath would fall and rise.

The sweet fragrance of her hair as wafted in summer air.
The eternity of the moment.
The cadence of her heart barely sensed.
The eternity of those moments.

And so it was.