Sunshine

This is a shameless

naked

unapologetic

love poem

to my Georgia boy

who splits wood

with a dull axe

and doesn't

recycle.

Good morning 

sunshine

you always say.

Yesterday we drank

Sip of Sunshine

and you fed me

crackers and

jalapeno cheese

and sang along

to Guns and Roses.

I watched the 

fire catch

on the ash logs

that once grew

beside your home.

One night

you found me

smoking on your deck 

in the dark.

You sat down

and put up your feet

and folded your 

thick fingers

together behind 

your head.

In college,

you wanted to be

a chemistry teacher

you said.

Now you deliver

oil but 

you have taught me

some things

about chemistry.

Stop worrying

about your body.

I love your body

from every angle.

In my favorite

photo of you

you are bald

and beaming

and besides

we are only

here for a short

time.

You smell repulsive

when you sweat

but I swear

to god

as soon as

you are gone

I search

for a soiled shirt

to hold against

my chest

and breath in.

My best friend

and unconventional

lover

you are as

lost in this maze

as I am.

What is there to

do but keep

walking

like we know

where we're

going.