Soothe the young man's sweating forehead. Touch the naked stem held hidden there. Safe in such dark hayseed wired nest. Then his light brown eyes are quick. Once touch is what he thought was grip. This not his hands those there but mine. And safe my hands to seek to gain. All knowledge of my master's manly rain. The scented taste that stills my tongue. Is wrong that is set but not undone. His fiery eyes can slash my savage skin. And force all seriousness away. He wades in close waters. Deep sleep alters his senses. I must obey my only rival. He will command our twin revival. The same insane sustain again. (The two of us so close to our own hearts). I silence and wrote. This awe of coincidence