Barrel chest jutted forward
Like the badges of a lieutenant
Is flung open
Like a child on Christmas morning.
Rumbling vocals in his throaty chest
The only thunder I cannot fear
A comfort in an insecure world.
Slobbering loyalty all across
My overjoyed face; I clutch
His masculine, double barrel chest
Against my own, snuggling;
Breathing in the scent of securities.
Glides to meet mine
Near my nape
(A place for passionate poetry)
His rendition of a hug
Releasing our embrace,
I pick up the toy
The color of sunsets
Or ripe, tropical fruits
Or an eternity of laughter and love
I clutch it, reel back