he remembers the day when
he got called up.
"he's 20,"
his mother said.
"he's my little baby."

even the thought of
leaving
his family was
absolutely horrendous.

when he arrived
however,
he saw you.
god, how could someone look
so ****** good
so effortlessly
so innocently
yet not so innocently
as the clothes you were wearing
basically supported the term of
violence.

he's a mummy's boy,
he'll cry himself
to sleep every night,
feeling unsafe.
he felt so safe,
dear lord.
even i feel so safe.

today,
you
offered him
canned beans.
(you also referred to him as 'mate', which is not exactly what he wanted you to call him, but it's fine as long as you're happy)
he finds beans
quite gross
icky
tasteless
yuck
yet he ate until
the can was empty
he guessed it was to please you (?)
and he wouldn't forgive himself
if he ever rejected you.
anyone who
tried to deny you
must be out of their mind.

anyway.
might be talking *******,
but he really hopes you'd offer him
some canned beans again.