Morning

Slivered

Moon

Escapes

To

Ocean

Riverletts

Of

Sunlight

Trickle

Down

Linen

Tickling

Torsos

Stirring

You

Create

Kaleidoscopic

Prisms

Watching

Rainbows

Bounce

Across

Face

Shoulders

You’re

My

Very

Own

Pot

Of

Gold

At first

Danger

Hairpin

Curves

Tires

Sliding and

Whipping

Then

Freeway

Cruising

Tops

Down

Hair

Whipping

Freedom

Now

Separated

By

Islands

Some

Plain

Others

Beautified

But

All

Divided

Boulevards

You

Sofa

Slept

Last night

Exhausted

From

Rounds and

Rounds

Sparring

Battlefield

Limited

To

Living room

Wounded

Words and

Killed

Sentences

Lay at

Our feet

Pulse less

Fighting

Ceased

To gather

Wounded

I’ve

Already

Raised my

White

Flag

Suffering too many

Casualties of

This

Skirmish

Side by side

We

Sat at

The bar

Talking

And

Looking

Intensely

A pair

Of bird

Dogs

Chasing

Game

Others

Witnessed

Lovers

Intimacy

Closeness

Kisses

Laughter

Knees

Touching

Knees

It’s how

We’ve always

Played

As children

Back

Then

Even

Still