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