By the 7th round, the point scores knew that he'd already lost
locked his chin, jumped his shoulders
and struck down
that suddenly remembered the sound of his own name.
A fighter with lead pipes for bones:
he’d mumbled 40 years on the sugar coated ribs of men
who could count their loses on one unwrapped hand.
You insisted it wasn’t a comeback:
He lost a title he's held for the longest in middle weight history.
He knew it was over, it just wasn’t going to end like that.
When I kissed you that night
My shoulders shook.
I couldn't love like exposure.
Even when we sparred, you know I don't block.
You told me the flaw of my stance was leaving my face open.
I couldn't take my eyes off you, even when I could see what was coming.
I can tell you finally,
What I have learned from happiness,
is so much less than all that I know.