Le Puff de Fromage

When

the music stopped.

The highways collided.

Route 1970.

It fell into place

Our lips finally taste.

those

moments

No breath it fill

Until –

our hearts unveil

and locate.

They mate

and create a wave

 of titillating

danger.

The unknown

The beginning

The end.

That smattering of unearthly magic:

Love.

In all her untamed wildness

Held forth in that one kiss.

This moment is forever held in my heart.

Let me never let it go

Standing on that ancient street corner

Lip locked

In the flow…

The moon gently closing her thighs and sighing behind us

I was, finally, in cahoots with le toots

He, who remembers Roxy music

This red haired fox

Whose rich, ripe semen –

Made my whole body teemin

With babies

As one became two and two became three.

Endlessly the adventurer, the perfectionist

Loyal to you, his friends – until he cease

Whose groove will never stop getting on

Despite an aching back, dodgy knees, grey hair and a mortgage to choke…

Him –

He is never broke

En

My man

His balls have always, been BIG

 Come, what may –

And Hairy.

May he never stop chasing his dreams: French farmhouse, dusty Spanish jeep, a handful of plane tickets for those he loves, music maker, mountain warrior…

My

own

dearest

fromage.