Boulevards

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

Skirmish

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

EvenStill (to Apollos)

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

Block

Words

Stagger

Drunk

In

Mud

They

Stall

Rush

Hour

Dry

Tumbleweeds

Missing

Jigsaw

Pieces

Used

To

Flow

Lava

Broken

Levees

October

Leaves

February

Snow

April

Rain

Drought

Now

Dust

Bowl

Parched

Hunger

Insomnia

LipsDoor

Slivers

Tickle

Torsos

Warm

Us

From

Nights

Chill

Clothes

Strewn

Folded

Dropped

Hint

At

Comfort

Return

See

You

Sleeping

I

Beside

You

Knock

On

Lips

Door