Is it wrong that i laugh at you,
Or that you laugh at me?
That we very nearly, completely enjoy each others company?
Amongst all the fuss, that it can (well sort of) be just us.
Never mind that you're committed,
All that stuff is just a lark,
What really matters is what can happen, in the dark.
Smiles, laughter, silence and a whole lot of defiance
Is needed.
Touch me when it feels good and i just might flinch or flare,
And we'll see if this really can compare
To the web of dreams, this whole thing seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem