He Each morning on Monday Sitting in metal, fast, on rails He travels on southwards Snow, heat, floods or gails Fitness measured and counted Our steps, moves, calories We slug through the day long Work together, earning salaries He tells stories of madness Of games in the night Painting warriors in darkness One day they will fight Then lying cuddled on the sofa Have eaten almost our fill We watch Homeland together And hug, loves drug like a pill We snuggle naked together Loving like it will never end Your smell, touch and whisper My true soul mate, best friend

White Walls The walls are white They smile at me The bricks and mortar Are fancy free The nooks and crannies The interest mine The roof and floors My house divine

When... When I was a kid I hated that No one understood Not where I was at When I was young Was all alone Slept in a bed And called it home And now I'm older My money's safe My home's my own Family I have When I am old Alone I'll be I must not stop I trust just me

The Box The box is clear where I once was Possessions wrapped in candy floss Memories gone, though some remain In walls and boxes, in some a frame It's silent here in this #lifeless shell Sleep once more, then time will tell Dust and debris is all that sits Bringing a close to good and bad bits Another chapter comes to a close A book part-written, the end no one knows Excitement and fear, danger and trust On wind we travel, wait for the next gust

Love Is... It's fantastic when we make love And your cuddles and divine I love to chat and talk to you And know that you are mine...