A man with the brain of a child,
Hidden in the bathroom,
On the pot,
Fumbling at a towel,
With an excess of feeling,
He grins as he thinks;
recalling memories of her;
Sitting by a pot of hot coffee,
Curling her lips
With each drink.
Muteness to feed a hidden world
Hugging her secrets.
A whimsical cursing
Which never seems forced.
She must come to him
Having disobeyed his law
Of not keeping secrets.
He could pick a fight;
That'll hex her,
There is always something in that
They are tied in a knot;
Two who share one space
With the coarse essentials
And a useless happiness
That answers only to them.
