Just a Little Pressure
So damned hot just sitting still,
In a slit on the side of the hill.
Smell food cooking in the pot,
A high energy bar is all I got.
Nightfall comes fast, chilly too,
Can't cover my ears, need to be alert too,
Watching and listening for when he comes into view.
In the blackness I see tents lit, my time is soon, I sense it.
Mind drifts off yet I stay sharp,
Feel her soft hands against my heart.
My hands, slowly now, run down her spine,
she arches at my touch,she will soon be mine.
Been a long time coming since my last tour,
Now I enjoy what I missed , more and more.
Breathing now short, both getting heady.
The tent flap opens I am instantly ready.
Just a little pressure, that's all it took.
To cross his name off my little book.
Lie still and quiet as all hell breaks loose,
Angrier than bees, I took their golden goose.
So damned hot just lying still,
In a slit on the side of the hill.
No cooking now, they have moved on,
Another bar and a sip as I lay there.
Night coming fast to this lonely place,
Extraction arrives and home we race.
Last shot fired, my time has expired.
No more tours to do. Now I am retired.
© Dave Timperley December 10 2016
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