Saturday Nights are for fighting

A Poem by CharlyeMonroe

Part 3

Three cubes
Come in shards
Like glass
Ira
Sounds like liberation
PLO style fatigues
Switch language to something softer
What you tell each other when the sun is coming up
Lights coming on
Color blind in desaturation
Lounge chairs comfort
Blade on muscle
Meticulously intent
Hell bent stingers strain from sitting up straight
Recitation
Can't get me under your skin
Between the sheets and over the covers is another story for another time
Times like these I know for a fact
Root in memory
Unison win not a tie
Tell Habib
It just got brighter