Warrior


You’re here 

And suddenly

All defenses down

I lay my sword 

In deference

And exhale exhaustion


Sleeping next to you

Deeply dreamless 

Every exoticism 

Every dance

Every play 

Extinguished 


We wake 

Nude, laid bare to un bear 

Revelations: shared stories, 

So many 

Lovers past 

Childhoods too fast 

Our own children

and all the things we fought 

With and without 


You make me coffee, 

The cream swirls erotic 

I inhale more of you 

Before I sheath my weapon

And leave (maybe the last time)

For the high country, 

Nourished 

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