He comes
And goes
He rarely throws
Me only bits
Of what he knows
I speak of sanctuary
Embraced by arms and legs and
We sit all but feet apart
His determined silence surrounding us
In my private room – he rests his
Head upon my heart and says,
“We are only mating”
To this I say nothing, for I
Know not what weighs upon him
Hours spent alone have gotten
Me this:
A man in suspense
Has but one wish
And that is happiness
No cares, no plans
Just memorable, portable
Bliss.
In this state he is oblivious
To hours spent alone
He knows not of what he may have missed