Polarized Opposition

You…

And the walk behind

Neighborhood churches,

Past the soft whispered

Air conditioners--

With the concrete platforms,

To look for,

Four-leafed clovers,

Or any leafed clover

Cause they taste so good.

You hold my hand

And I start dancing,

Though the lines of

Fearless fire ants,

Salvaging the last

Of lollipops left there

Bitter, sweet delight

Of preschooler’s

vacation bible classes.

Make me feel…

Those same chills

One gets--

Confusing lust with love

In adolescence,

Our prepubescent mind games,

And overheated expectations

Of the long await.

Like a kid…

And then--

We’re back attacking

This old argument.

Bickered insignificance

And wasted time.

Both astray from states

Of mind we’d chose to be in--

Independence…bought and lost

Again…

But right this time.

Cyclic motion spinning

Spinning

Peace apart from mine.

You seem to fade away,

All space conforming.

This round took a day

And seven mournings.