Ode

A troubled soul with a whip for a tongue, a mane like a lion, Samson personified. He wears a veil of abrasiveness to cover that very sweet smile and the tracks of a vulnerability caused by a broken heart.

He thrives on the wow factor and contorts his wit to reap this gift from all who he meets. One is easily repulsed by his candour but one is also intrigued by same cause it leaves you to wonder....what was her name.

Broken bits of him he clings to like a shroud of quasi existence in a world where sarcasm is king and drips from his lips like spicy red Zinfandel wine ...alluring but sometimes too deep.

His commitment to fighting the great fight is admirable but oft times he fights without a cause...for one never really knows what the powers that be have done to warrant his inability to leave a fight unfought.

He holds himself erect and strong, immorality his shield from emotion. His swagger undeniable, his interest fleeting. He's a sweet soul really, but then she sees sweet in all she meets, and her judgement has already been proven to be weak...always ready with what she wants most, he tip toes through her thoughts, a muse, forcing her to ask "what the fuck?"...

An avid reader he is, filled with knowledge of too many things, a Clarke Kent in superman's body, he is a woman's fantasy and when he finally gets going he is impossible to not treat. his strength belies his weakest link which he somehow doesn't seem to know exists and runs so deep. Will he hide away while they drag him over the coals for unwanted overtures or will he fight now that there's a cause...counter suit possibly, evidence to be uncovered which demonstrates he was not unprovoked.

Through his transparently thick machismo she sees beyond his attitude...he is an island treasure and it burns deep within her to see him actualize and be free....In the end, to the man that taught her how to build her triceps, she says.."Remember you are a King....ROAR".