harlequinky

We were not lovers, nor friends,
comrades, of gay math jokes and awkward schoolmate love,
then we didn't speak for a while.
my bruised ego, your distance, my silence, your silence-bruised ego.
sounding like car alarms in the dead of night,
everybody hearing,
but not doing anything because they know
we are lounging, lazing,
leaving love licking
itself,
cats on cold tin roofs.