Hosts Poem by Timothy john Green

If by chance you were
My lover adored by heavenly hosts
care to cover up
most of the your words chosen
found across your face

pausing to take the breath
The light but dependable man
somewhat inept in language
but gigantic in heart
shall i give a start
To the buckle bearing brute?

take my name
make me big
Bigger than earthly plodders
make my rudder my tongue
care to dance with it?

the choices are yours
i am here as the waves
they throw and pull
gentle are his ways
as a man with a treasure
held in hand and then discarded
my treasure is my hearted lady
a drink full to the brim
and simple truths
the ones that gives us life