14 Feb 00

BOO

I watch your familiar frame

walk confidently through the crowd

your stroll military trained

confident and assured

I take in your hairy legs

Thick in proportion to your frame

Your solid bulk

comfortable in middle age

Your forest of chest hair

unrestrained by a t

Your papa bear masculinity

racingly sexy

My sight drifts to your face

your salt and pepper beard

your eyes that melt me

almost more than I can take

I approach in a focused way

determined to capture your gaze

hoping for a reaction

a look to seal my fate

you offer a hug

in which I unquestioningly partake

losing my heart

as our arms embrace

leaving me with a glow

as I happily walk away

wanting you

even as I go on my way

By

Everett E. Phillips, III