We never discussed politics,
not in bed anyway,
the art of making war where peace reigned
resigned to injustice where naked-
we were both the same.
Some innocence, bear beat and translucent
tumultuous but never arduous.
when you spoke,
opiates configured the synapses between
you might judge
more to jousting than the
sombre edge to your notes
that relight in me the joy of what?
What used to be?
What I am now?
Slivers of opalescence from simplicity
hiding behind stubbled skin
subdued by olive eyes and creases,
just by the side of lips arched animated,
Analytical dimorphism dissolved
into a comfortable blanket
where, for once, vulnerabitilty
belonged in that dictionary
kept locked in the back of my head.
Joyously I listened,
head pillowed in moment reeling
keening, for another word