broken but not bbbbbrrookkeennn

we mimicked a battle -
the sorts where snow balls
melt in
your hand
and the grit and sand
pushes into your finger nails until
missions are
accomplished

when winning,
is like having your car broken into
only for the change in the ashtray,

i kissed her neck for a few minutes
and re assured her
the whores are anything but
an inspiration

she kissed me back
the way
trees in her back yard shake off the rain
hours after everything else seems dry