I’ll never lie to you….  I’ll be true to you….
I’ll carry you on my back if need be…

The words.  They rang in my head now, as I lay near him,
tossled, sweaty, still drunk from the new years night.
Who was he now?  He’d said so many things, perfect things,
and now that I was once again his prisoner, a stranger in
a strange land, at his command, his mercy, his brutal life
style which had included lying, and cheating…. and now?
Now I had carried Him for hours of cold and lonely fear,
protected Him, been true to Him, and it all just came
crashing down.  Morning light was cruelly harsh, lighting
that crumbling hovel he called a home, filled only with
him and his sad and bitter life.
Back in Rio, full of hopes and dreams that were beginning
to crack and crackle before my reddened eyes.