Was all I spent on us wasted?
Every gravel-eyed morning
After another sliver of
Night's sleep,

Every hour hitting frozen
Fingers with a frozen hammer
In the perpetual winter-dark
City blizzards

While you slept?
I worked up a small fortune
To take us to where we
Almost got.

Was all I spent on us wasted?
Effort. Support. Selflessness.  
Time. Time. Time. Oh,
I learned nothing.

I'll give myself again. Be used and
Discarded again.
If either one of the smiles
I made you smile

Was a waste, then all
I did for anyone else
Was too.
I want more than most.

I need so much
Less
Than
You.

It's one of those days.
One of those days
Where my mind punches
Everything I pass.

Where the thought of
Her not being anywhere near
Feels a little like the way I
Found it hard to breathe when

She wasn't, then. Only worse by a
World's width.
It's one of those days.
One of those days when the

Manliest of my
Innermost manliness wants to
Place its head on a chest,
Where naked ******* say nothing

Other than: *"Cry ahead, little boy.
All you are is welcome.
All I am
Is here."

Two warm bodies lying next to each other.
Can create a whole lot of trouble.
A kiss.
A touch.
Can ignite the flame.
Warm up the room like logs on a fire.

Making things more intense.
As the couple put their true feelings within it.
Endurance.
Endurance.
You simply praying for.
As it turns into an Olympic style competition.

You might not achieve any metals.
But out of the two warm bodies comes a delight winner.