Ceding the head trauma filled lesions
That once were seeds planted in my head
Struck by a riot's kisses
The violent idealist was telling me
Over a meal at his favorite place
I shrugged and nodded with a half grin
Struggling to keep the food in my mouth
At least someone out there understood
I thought as my smile stretched from crooked sides
As his blank expression grew
Setting out lines across his face
Reminiscent of tree roots in symmetry and rhythm
"Repression grew out of adolescence"
He continued after another gulp of fine wine.
Wiping his nose
When such behavior was out of season
Drawn to his confidence
Like a painting that sucks you in.
Caught off guard by words
Reinforced by self-taught thinking
Taking too me kindly
I continued to keep sipping
A glass of wine as he poured
Both he and I another.
By this rare trust in humanity
He ordered another bottle.
Saying with a grin
"It's gonna a little more to make the pain go away."