Rush

is exciting,

that heady effervescence -

first draught of yeasty beer gulped

                                                       down

drives out throat drought – Moses

with staff –

dilates parched eyes, fires receptors,

catapults grin – ahhhh...

but then... set

                               -tle down, set

                                                             -tle in,

hook heel on convivial rung.

Enjoy lager largesse,

merry yarns, whetted laughs. Good

times.

...

You took care and time, side –

                                                                 stepped

high-stepping pleasure

for steady Clydesdale gain,

no

quick Twittilation, no rapid alt-

tab, no

windows behind windows behind windows

just

genuine concern.

I know at times I have seemed miserly,

my Love,

incremental with what I was prepared to give – for

-give me,

I was conflicted – shy-trembler, trite-worrier / risk-taker, vaulter-bold.

I grew

to treasure the father, brother, son

and child,

the compassionate friend, inventive lover, inspired teacher 

the poet of power,

a man of truth, the first I ever truly trusted

and could

in trust expose my whole Minoan soul.