I need a good Boy Scout

One who is good with his hands

One who can make fire from

Nothing

Make a spark without

A flint

Just a match

Of two


I need a good Boy Scout

One who can fashion

A fine knot

Not to be untied

Binding us together like

Steel cables

And fine silks

Limbs intertwined


I need a good Boy Scout

Who can find the way

The way to keep me

Nourished

Fed with gentle hands

I would drink from his

Cupped hands

His hands would wash me


I need a good Boy Scout

Who can survive an

Apocalypse

Be the last man on

Earth

It only takes one

The right one

To sustain the fire

that is not what I expected
kik

The tragic mistakes are made

Without thought

Or

With so much thought that

Specifics get lost

Lost and gone forever


Tragedy's lover is

Regret

Together, hand in hand

They are a pair

Living forever in my

Memory


This ménage a trois

Would not be complete

Without

Witness,

She holds me accountable

I am responsible

Not too fast, with some ups and downs please.

thanks Pam
PLUS there are some good men here, maybe even a Muse

Pam,
It is fortunate I was told of this place after being banned from another site. Imagine that! Me?

Hi Pam;-)

Good morning

My Darling

You are gone but have left

A note on the pillow

Next to mine

A note I will carry

With me

All day


Good morning

My Darling

My eyes still fight sleep

Eyes closed

You are still sleeping

With me

You add to my story

By memory


Good morning

My Darling

I must get to work

Must face the sun

Must administer

Caffeine until

I may see you again

My Darling

What makes the pull so strong?

An attraction based on words alone

Words not spoken

I would not know you if you called

My name

Without hands you pull me

Closer

What makes the pull so strong?

Is it the way you talk to me

With words

Words I would not recognize

If whispered by you into my

Ear

I imagine your scent based on nothing

At all

Simply how I might be close enough to

Nuzzle and smell you

What makes the pull so strong?

Your eyes that I could fall into?

Your arms I could fall into?

Your lap I could curl up in

My arms wrapped around

You

What ever pulls me is not fought

I go willingly

If I found you

It is only because you didn't

Find me first

Eventually you would have

Found me

Because I have been

Lost

Leigh!

Dry humps.........now those were the days!

I like wearing brown, this one's for you.

I love it when you ride by....................

Before the pounding of him into her

Before the wet sheets and aftershocks

Before clothing wrong side out

And telephone calls stop

There was the


Parking lot

The car at a stop

The view of street lamps

And dash board


There was the

Smell of his car

Faint smoke and soap

The feel of vinyl bench seat


There was the nervous quiet

Except for the shifting of feet

And bodies as we squirmed

Uncomfortably


There was the electricity

Of almost touching

Of almost looking eye to eye

Of almost opening our hearts


In the front seat of his car

Before


Before the pounding of him into her

Before the wet sheets and aftershocks

Before clothing wrong side out

And telephone calls stop

There was the


Parking lot

The car at a stop

The view of street lamps

And dash board


There was the

Smell of his car

Faint smoke and soap

The feel of vinyl bench seat


There was the nervous quiet

Except for the shifting of feet

And bodies as we squirmed

Uncomfortably


There was the electricity

Of almost touching

Of almost looking eye to eye

Of almost opening our hearts


In the front seat of his car

What he reveals is

Revealed easily

If I know where to look

I am not seeing things


Like a flash of sunlight

He parts the clouds

Just long enough for me

To squint my eyes


He parts my lips

To form a smile

When he reveals

A sliver of blue sky


What he reveals is

Revealed easily

If I dare open my eyes

I want to see things


Even the fire that burns

Warms

And blades that cut

Can cut a fine pattern


He reveals enough

Enough to

Keep my eyes open

Looking

Jez
You are profoundly touching.

Journal entry 5-31-13


I woke up from a bad dream. Then I went to sleep and had some more bad dreams. These dreams are so vivid that I remember them after waking. They stay in my head like a catchy bad song. Still, these bad dreams anchor me to the mattress, my body is heavy as lead. All I can do is stretch and roll over and over in the covers until I have bound myself. I need a reason for this immobility.


I finally get up. I walk into the bathroom. I don't dare look into the mirror. I run my fingers through my hair, working it into a pony tail, then release it. I use my shirt to wipe the nights sweat and worry from my face. I walk into the kitchen and pour a cold cup of coffee and sit.


I can't shake the dreams so I meditate on the ghosts that haunt me. I ask myself "why does this bother me so much?"


A dream of my estranged husband with other women. This is so strange to me. A man who has been cruel to me for so many years. A man who is now forbidden by law to see or talk to me. A man I will surly divorce is haunting me.


What goes on in the heart and head? If I were a dog I would have bit him. If I were a horse, I would have bucked him off. Why is the heart so much stronger than the head? Why does the head allow a hint of jealousy? Is it the weakness of sleep? Because the watchman is sleeping?

This is so nice. It reminds me of a game he and I would play...
I have not played that game in a long time. It is difficult to find someone who likes to play what I do.

Jez, You have a pretty handy key at unlocking memories.

The Witch Doctor

If the leather chaffs

She has a remedy

If the wax burns

She will rub something

Topical

If the bones ache

She will smother them with

Olive oil and rosemary

If the mouth thirsts

She will share her lips

She administers

Mouth to mouth

Skin to skin

Bone to bone

Until she makes one of

Two