He

(To B.)

He is

the reason

and rejection to all reason.

He yields and yet whips

with unmerciful, childlike constancy.

He gives and he takes

as if balancing

word to action,

action to feeling,

feeling to wanting,

wanting to needing,

needing to mustness,

mustness to oblivion

in an infinite, unending litany

of compelling, somewhat useless word equations.

He loves yet he fears loving.

He crouches and prances

as if hunting

or to avoid being hunted.

He orders and he tackles and he yelps.

I kiss his lips full of brilliant utterances.

Man-child with a thousand reasons

to be.