Poem 302

This is the last poem I’ll draw from Smalls my handmade collection from 1986 … the title comes from a term for boxing, it seemed to fit the flair for strategy of these two athletes/pugilists of romance …

The Sweet Science

There is something wrong with us
isn't there

the way we treat this like a title match
you in the red corner
winner of six previous relationships
me in the blue as yet
undefeated

we touch gloves
and vow to break away clean
both knowing we'll fight as dirty
as anybody can

you so affectionate
and me so sincere

there is
something wrong with us

isn't there?