Fight Night

The breath from your incensed lips
Seems so rank and sweet
No resuscitation
Encrustation
No inner self-evaluation
So sour are the bitter words
From the lips I just kissed
Moments ago
I cannot breath
And you can’t resuscitate
With the foulness of your
Breath
We are dying
Have been slowly
Letting out the life
Only silence has made it
Last this short
Boxing stance
You jab
I dodge
You Punch
I duck
I’m too fast for you.