The Two B's

I could have posted this from the heart,
and run around it with emotion and syntax
and beautiful metaphor,
but I'm not going to do it.
Because the pair of you are worth my laughter,
and not my tears.

I ran into two B's
on my way around the world.
They were in some kind of trouble with themselves.
They said they'd set me free,
They were as good as their word,
and together we would roam across the globe.
Now the woman was the softest thing,
but with iron in her core -
the man, he had some tougher skin,
But inside wanted more,
They held me up with arms of oak,
So I could touch the sun.
They grunted when their eyes I poked,
But they somehow,
somehow,
put up with me.

And now they will again.
Fuck,
but I'm lucky.
And so are they,
because I'll get that sun down eventually.
And then -
who knows?
I might even share.