Seven years we played so nice,
PG jokes and good advice
Using all our mental strength
To keep the danger at arm’s length
Leaning in and biding time
Never daring past the line
Then the words, ‘I wish you would’
Turned the option into could
Opened the door to the unsaid:
The fantasies inside our heads
And so the final nail, the word that let
The only one I haven’t…yet
So starts the spiral, twisting tighter
The boy’s a lover and a fighter
The secret bond, the tie that binds
Our escape from the daily grind
A meeting of two wounded souls
Who once a week can make a whole