Adult Situations

These moves we make
To do and un-
Do each other
Must be lovely
From a distance.

Such a music,
Such a twilight,
A surfacing,
A sense of style.
No end to it.

The white hotels
We check into
Keep standing. They
Survive each blond
Who comes and goes.

Cities go on.
The lights go on
Into cities. Cars
Go to the sea.
The sea goes on.

What's left of us
Lasts in what is
Least us: in cars,
In the twilight
Of white cities,

In our houses,
In our closets--
Clothes we put on
In the hope of
Taking them off.


Joe Bolton