Redwoods

She forgot the very important things at some point.
She forgot that I am an astronaut, and a bear.
She forgot that I have a compass that has a bearing
on a truth and love and that I will never rest until I discover them.
I admit to being the story book giant always wanting too much of everything
I can get my hands on, but that is in the nature of a giant. my capacity for giving was proportional to my capacity for wanting, gigantic yet not realized in my actual potential for taking.
She forgot that I never lied and so nothing I could have done could have been for ill gotten benefits.
the was no machine in my love, no mechanical plans, at best a custodian never an architect.
my heart is no chimera, it is a fucking redwood.
my dick is a redwood too.
so is my will.
nothing breaks my will but lightning.
that is exactly why i rarely choose to exercise it.