THE MANY SPACES BETWEEN YOU AND ME

THE MANY SPACES BETWEEN YOU AND ME

I love coffee and you love tea, when we go camping in the woods, I can pee behind any old tree but you need some structure that even into the Squirrels can’t see.

When in our tent we both must bend the knee, we snuggle together due to the cold weather. You break out your Mum’s homemade chicken stew, as you slurp away I am drooling thinking, gee, what I would give for a hot cup of my hearty barley.

I guess it’s true that opposites attract, I know magnets do, how about me and you, forget about pronouncing vegetables as Etiquette would have us do, I am a high Type A and you are a high B. I’m like a flash in the pan, you are like the Sea when calm as can be, but sparks do fly when this sparky guy sees you in the cool night air, lying in the rough in the buff.

Now I must laugh because I think, how boring it would be if everything I do, you with me agree, I wonder also about what are the other possibilities? What then, two for coffee and dump the tea, and we both then can pee behind a tree? In the tent, you become a She-Bear but not thinking about just combing your hair.

Now my heart is rent and I don’t want my wife to be like me, a Gent. So back I go again to reality, I’ll take Nature at its best, as said, accepting each other as we are will keep us from being lonely strangers lounging in a Bar.

So, it’s good to be back home, Fido gives us his usual huge lick, nothing like spending some time in the Wood where issues can be ironed out, that did the trick, now we lovers just fight over the covers.

Author Ken
June 6, 2017