BECKY**

**AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Name and circumstances changed to protect…the Author!

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At a doctor’s office new to him,

Was coaxed by a welcoming wind…

Viscerally

His loins agreed,

On something he could not pretend.

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All women his records reviewed,

By “Becky”** he was interviewed…

What can we say

Happened that day,

Or what the man construed?

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Tingling in his loin muscles,

As if something need hustle…

Straight into being

A swell way of seeing,

The feelings he must tussle!

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Becky–older but not old–

Formed in an attractive mold…

Dark red hair

All freckles were there,

Hands slightly wrinkled…but made of gold.

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White lace skirt above the knee,

Smoothed down near constantly…

Lower affairs

Held enticing airs,

Blouse was brown in white polka dot seas.

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Something in the way she asked

Her questions in doing her task…

All anticipating

Answers she was awaiting,

He openness wasn’t masked!

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Highly welcome delights,

Gotten with Becky’s insights….

Tingles remained–

He never complained–

But kept himself in check and aware!  🙂

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–Jonathan Caswell

WANTED…CLOSE COMMUNICATING!

WANTED CLOSE COMMUNICATING!

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The problem was both had hurts,

Committed by trousers and skirts…

Commitment to trust

Gathered rust,

Both thought the other curt.

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Walls and grudges build

Despite commitments to yield…

Many a marriage

Is disparaged,

By combat in the field.

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Obvious one doesn’t understand,

The other’s health demands…

One bends over,

The other takes over

And pushes one into badlands.

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The verbose one wonders why

The silent one won’t try

to open

As they’re hoping,

To fill them in bye-and-bye.

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The silent one’s thoughts run sarcastic,

The other one listens to drastic…

And half the time

Is not so inclined,

They both fall into that basket!

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–Jonathan Caswell

DIABETES REGRETS AND GREEDIES

DIABETES REGRETS AND GREEDIE

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Too late he noticed them leaving,

In time he was visibly grieving…

These didn’t stay

They just went away,

He wished he’d not been self-deceiving!

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Medicine took some too,

He’d almost rather stay blue…

Sharp up and downs

And extra pounds—

He did what he had to do.

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Acceptance gets harder and harder

Giving up implications of ardor…

There isn’t much left,

He feels bereft,

But paying for solutions would be murder!

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–Jonathan Caswell