sleep over

My little fella
Had a mate for a sleep over last night
When we went for the
Customary
Good night check
We couldn’t find his mate
The doona was ruffled
And the boy was gone
And our eyes scanned
His room for signs
Of life
And there
Snuggled together
Like rabbits in a warren
the two little boys
Cuddled together
Fast asleep.
What happens to us
That this becomes
Not ok
Since when did friends have to reduce
Intimacy
To mental ascent
And agreement
shared activities
and not show how much we need
or care
by our bodies
our physical selves
we save this
for partners
or kids
what’s wrong with us
too afraid of ourselves
too afraid of passion
too afraid of pain
of rejection
jealousy
I don’t find this easy either
No way man
This is tough stuff
Its uncomfortable
And more so for us of the male
But so is wholeness
And so is getting there
So happy Sunday
May this day find you
Awake
alive
ready
for anything.

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