Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.
By some trick of the mind,
we managed to hide these feelings
dabbling in the background, while
outwardly presenting a tidy idea of
who we might be,
as long as we could side-step the curious
twitch of needing some mixture of
both love & friendship to mingle
while we’re laughing it off,
sleeping it off in your bed,
in unexpected precious entanglement.
Some mysterious heart,
we both possess.