You are fighting me...

Hola everybody,

The following is from a series of poems I wrote when I was a very young man.

Nows [no. 2]

You're fighting me I find,

and you will fight me all the way

to that painful

instant of surrender

we can both already sense.

You will fight

my text messages

my emails

my presents

and my midnight calls.

You will fight

the endless affections of my tongue

and I will ignore

your enormous eyes

and your unbearable smile.

I can buy you

jewelry,

airplane tickets,

roses,

dinners in San Juan,

and clothes you must learn to

love yourself to wear

and still you will fight me.

Because I have taken away

your practiced old

game of giving,

and made of you

an honest trader again.

* * *

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…