just same

I love you with a ferocity wildly
timid and shy, sly and blithe, dense
and opaque, oblivious and relentlessly
lucid and luminous, limpid and clear
and hard, clean and dry, and I
don't mean to pry, but do you
as well? Does this
describe us, or only
this one, this fool,
this guy? I

don't want to know, please
tell me why please
tell me this instant, so
I can finish before I start

to cry. You and me, baby
babe we were always

just same

and suddenly, I know
why

I think I know why. At least
I can try
to know why.