Tête-Bêche

Who would have thought that man can live Old Riley's life, perusing luxuries and walking proud and tall he clings to trimmings and an image for a wife. As years fly by he must attend to special needs and be provider and for kin remain on call there was a time when there was promise in his seeds yet near the fork that splits his path he cries for nought. He wakes reluctant to emerge a troubled man before his eyes he sees futility and sleep and in a moment he returns as Peter Pan. There are his pirates and red Indians to behold he is her flowerboy to cuddle to her breasts no one to discipline, to question or to scold a feast of talent, all to please her valued guests. He wakes again, as Peter Pan, but with a smile she pulls him closer into warm and willing flesh inside his heart he sings the tune 'A Little While' inside his mind he sees the image of tête-bêche.