New Hampshire Writers
...Of Simple Fashion
by Billy


A baseless claim to understand,  sometimes better left as is,
uncertain, indefinable and completely original.  Never will and might always
try success bond and strangled, when the pride in the ego, the
strength of the stubborn and the jaded tears well and crest very few care.

Burnt bridges, blown up paths and well dug safety bunkers now
exposed no longer hide and contain.  A raw nerve stabbed, a pain's
fracturing of splintered bones, in pieces scattered, life and all that mattered.
In eyes of kindness, arms of love, a true safe place, offering
something never had outside your dad.  Super man, without a cape, spider man,
without his web, a man of great strength and compassion of simple
fashion.

Loyal, crazy and cool.  A silly, funny, handsome fool.  A great
lover, better friend, the one you call when you've reached your end.  So I
will sit and wait, withstand and with go, if love is what you search
by my side you will know.  If I had seven boats they'd be named after
you, if I had seven lives they would be all shared with guess who.  If I
had to sail the seven seas for seven years, break my heart seven times
and sell my soul to seven devils I would.

All of it for the one single split second, that clearing of the
skies and drying of the eyes.  Tears washed away in a moment of bliss,
that simple, single second when you finally see the one you've searched
is and will always be.  In eyes of kindness, arms of love, a true safe
place, offering something never had outside your dad.  Super man,
without a cape, spider man, without his web, a man of great strength and
compassion of simple fashion.

I offer me.