Claymore Mines and Carnal Knowledge

Contentment fills me as I sit in
this deserted diner of
Anjung-Ri. The wait is long
here.....I being no stranger
entertained with a double, the
Newport is on me. Slowly the
all more frequent rage  within
begins to spiral down and I am
left-Feeling blessed as the cheap
house speakers anoint my ears
sprinkling sweet sultry sounds
of Fiona. Peace.....deep relaxation
treks me in reverse to a time of
much younger youth. Same sound,
same drink, same smoke, standing
shirtless in Oxford staring. A
mirrored image of a man not yet
twenty two.....with the blue steeled
eyes of life sunken and cold, body
bruised and chiseled down to
perfection-A courtesy of drill
instructors and light rations.
Testosterone bubbling through
veins fill the head with images
of Claymore Mines and Carnal
Knowledge.....anxiously awaiting
love's reunion.