How It Is

What's with guys anyway?
Even when they're old enough to know better.

I prefer my dancehall soldiers.

Pheromones .
No strings attached.

Soldiers don't worry, like you do .
That I don't want them because
I pretended not to notice when amber earrings flirted with you.

Soldiers know we'll each get what we want.
No questions asked.

Synchronized rhythm .
Deep breaths of one another.
Heat.

Head pressed to chest
Deeper breaths.
Rock together
Sway as one
Breathe.

Soldiers don't ask if I want to get romantic.
We've transcended romance.
We are intoxicants to each other.
Breathe.

For a couple of short hours I'll dance
With the boy that grew up on the same schist I did.
Goshen stone .
Glacial rock of reknown.
His slice looks as unstable as the hillsides of Topanga
With no illusion of wealth.


He doesn't know who I am.
Has no idea I watched him grow up
By the side of the road.


This now, man boy
He grew up so hard.
M.S. too.
Why's he being tested so bad ?

Head pressed to chest
Deeper breaths.
Rock together
Sway as one.
Breathe.

Synchronized rhythm .
Deep breaths of one another.
Heat.

Lights up.

Goodnight.