Crash Crush

He is vulnerability, softness, and warmth.
He is like a comfortable pair of shoes.
He is a warm stack of pancakes
with butter and maple syrup.


He is sunshine, boots, and vehemence.
He is glorious wonderment, pain, angst, and rain.
He is red, brown, and gold.


He is rancor, pith, fear, death, and bubbles.
His champagne drips worry and trouble
fame, infamy, writing, music, and danger.


His opus is naked and muscular
His legs are hair - blonde and bright
He is sacred, tremors, and dreams.
His soul is glass eyeballs, memories, dash
spice, coffee, and jam.


He exudes pleasure, pain, and dancing
on the moon.
He is my earth, sun, stars, Boston, guitars
shaving, nose, chin, and palate.


His palace is crazy, crash, bang, love, like
and ice cream on a hot day.
He is power........then calm..........
..........then easy.