I’m a lover and a fighter
Neither one nor the other
Not stuck in between

It’s debatable
So we can take this outside
Where I’ll break your jaw
Or kiss your cheek

These fists have
Broken walls
Chipped teeth
And left burses

But these hands have held
Hearts, hips
Hands and hopes

Because I love the contact of flesh
Despite the surrounding circumstances
Angst or obsession
Love or depression

Weather it’s in
A back ally or
The back room
This contact is electrifying

Adrenaline and pheromones
My drugs of choice
With this manifesto under a street light
And romance of chemicals
The touch is music to my ears