STARSKY
I hear the shots… one, two, and three.
Knowing for sure, the last was his.
The python’s sound echoed out.
Relieved as I try not to blackout.
The perp I cuffed did not go easy.
I’m beginning to feel a little queasy.
I hear his voice,
feel his healing touch.
The man I love,
my much-loved Hutch
HUTCH
I see him slouched against the wall.
He looks as if he’s about to fall.
Bludgeoned, but not beaten, he stands his ground.
Weakening now, safe but not quite sound.
He mumbles, “‘need to rest.”
As he relaxes against my chest.
That’s my partner, the man I love.
My big lug Starsky, I hold and hug.
Oh sweet! Thank you!
Awww. Nice! And good enough to read twice, so I did.
Awwwwww! Nicely couched wording, and beautifully reminiscent of X.J. Kennedy’s short poetry. Good job!
Thank you for writing and sharing. 🙂
Oohhh… I love the opposing POVs that reflect the same feelings. Perfect!
Oh, wow. So much in so few words!!!