A Man On the Rise

 A man beyond muscle, a man beyond mind.  He is kind in his caress and stays even though times here are a mess.  He is a solid example of goodness and light.  An ebony flare of timing and gifts.  My spirit on a daily basis he does lift.  He uses good old time lines, and one he makes up brilliantly at the time.  His chivalry today is beyond compare.  He even compared me to a famous starlet with golden blonde hair.  I have so little and yet so much to give.  I scrawl this on my electronic wall to give credence to his mastery and matter to a form he is undoing and doing in me simultaneously.  It is curious to me.  It is healing to a heart that was flat.  I work to communicate at record pace, the complications of my matrix and the whole human race.  He enjoyed the poem I wrote a few eves ago.  Maybe this one will his mind blow.  In a while I may dip my toe in his ideas that are so new and fresh.  His ability to be new and old at the same time is quite refreshing to this woman who would like to be in the world, but have a homebody to draw close at the times that are so very appropriate.  For his lean form I give this little ditty as I sit here by the window with my little purring grey kitty.  Vie 112