We Laugh

Not because it is funny,

But because it is funny

To feel so happy

We rant and rave,

Not because it is dreadful,

But because it is dreadful

To hurt so badly.

And when we love, at love,

Our bodies communicating

In their own candestine,

Coded way . . .

We sigh -

Not because we are frightened

But because it is frightening

To become each other

For one moment,

And still,

In the instant’s shrieking sharpness,

To remain obliquely outside.

Forever together . . .

And yet,

Together

Alone.

And then.

We kiss,

Not because it is loving,

But because it is loving

That makes us want to.

–Michael Scott