Westside Rendezvous

Snapshots from days gone by
          parade the exterior
   -I meet you-
Declaring the middle of America
          the half way point
between what was
          & what might have been
I dance circles around you
          while you silently sit still
We leave agendas to those
          better suited for desk jobs
          in high rises
Carrying on
          speaking in a language which requires
          only lips & limbs
I find myself penetrating
          and missed
          if only for the moment
   -We move forward-
Naked in my solitude
          I find strength in this
          dysfunctional romance
I am calm
          Perhaps the storm has yet to break
          Or perhaps it has already broken