Their love comes from where the wild things are.
Crashing and bashing its way out of the woods
towards curl-tugging, nose-grabbing,
Dancing the bedtime blues
they sway and pray
for more time
free of the confines of 4 posters and a set of sheets.
When granted a reprieve
it’s wrenchingly beautiful
to see them pause between bouts of bedlam
and hug the guts out of each other.
Sheer celebration and wrangling
is what they do best
be it on the floor, bed, driveway or lawn.
We are never bored.
There’s too much to explore, crush, challenge and duel
too much energy
pure rocket fuel
brother love, that is.