Compliments are a party favor
That roll from the tongue
With no chance for you
Though for wrong reasons
Turned true
The house and
The kids from a
Life before
without reason to talk
In your tight grip
In all misalignments
The end of tomorrows
As if at the kitchen
Door
With something to
Borrow.
A headlong collision
Immediate passion
Decades in endless
Obsession.

RLB 10/24/2016