Across the road we stand, strangers

the comfortable distance reassuring enough to

let us wave and smile.

But when we meet

in the heat of confrontation

face to face and stripped,

we break into sweat, like in a sauna,

and our tongues are parched and speechless.

This is the moment to embrace nakedly and unashamed,

but mostly we turn our backs and walk away.

Other poems by Salole have been published in the December 2009 and September 2010 issues of the Journal.