we sat on the sunset boulevard
watching the waves hit the waters edge
into submission/peanut packets in hand
and bananas in brown paper bags
awaiting to share its tasteful death with our lives
we sauntered into conversations of the past
and present to a point where we arrived
bathed in the glory of companionship.

After years of knowing each others weaknesses
and strengths in all matters of the heart
mind and body-(bed included)
we at last were able to make peace
with our sweltering egos and the evening
heat to understand how we journeyed
through life with fewer wounds than
our fellow men all scarred and bruised
and beaten down by adversity.

The only reason, it seemed to us
and our journey was its casual composure
and careful regard for each others
individuality. But, we even, floundered
at the many instances when hurt and anger
took over the calm temperaments
and we moved on to the next alleyway
without carrying all that useless baggage
to break our backs into boredom.

The recipe was now ripe for the peanut ponder
and the banana benefit of the beautiful
night and its nakedness.