He was my story
My history
My line
My love...
He was all things.

A tingle mingles my heart
As I drive to his door
Switch off the engine
Alight
And enter his dream.

He laughs, coughs and sniffs.
Toking on his cigarette.
Pink, his flesh, soft, unbroken
Armoured for life in youth
Ready
Gentle
Genuine

He stretches
Away the sleep
He always had.
Crumpled bedding
And crazy hair!
We share, a smile
Him and I.

I touch his life
I gave him
He smiled...So many times my way, the child
The man !
Crazy crazy love
Still there