The bed creaks like your bones
that moan and groan
that slow grind through clenched teeth, that need between the sheets

~

It’s August now
as cold as it gets here in Winter.
I’m buying an electric blanket to warm you through; least I run you through with my lasciviously pointy finger!

Still, I wrap my legs around your freezing appendages, making
a spoonful of sugar while you lick the cream from your Cheshire 😀

I can’t help but bear your stubborn, stoic Far North Queenslander pride;
pleasured simplicity, complicit with your Will to burn the wick at both ends, ajoint screaming a string of profanity

In Summer, I knead your splintered lamb shank while you shovel nutrition down with a tincture of mindfullness, layer upon layer of oil, and Green Tea setting the scene for a modern beer

I find it hard, to watch your tenacity
come face to…