wooing/seducing: the where of the first kiss always
~for Robin Carretti, who loved it best~
‘tis true my battlefield tactical brought me many victories when that was fool-desired
no chain mail, walled armaments, arms crossing, all failed
to the single softest siege engine in my possession
and the passing passionately poems read back ‘n forth, non-negotiable demands, vicious but viscous red lines, day remainders of the contusions of night's angry passions and the disputed but muted disparities of both