Classic Poem

You are proof that it can happen
and that it should.
There is as little hysteria
attached to your household
as to that of the most " normal" couple.

Because you are outlaw lovers though
I must salute you only with initials.
I hate this.

After eight years you still seem examples of clarity:
clear about looking at one another,
clear about getting up in the morning,
clear about people in relation to you,
clear about me when I arrive for dinner,
drink,
end up drunk.

All three writers, whenever we get together
we carp about careers and such.
We do this for some time, eating delicious
meals meanwhile, " keeping it down" because of
the nosey neighbors (who express their
contempt by making love or fighting
with their shades up).

At regular intervals we seem — like deer
perked-up to the sense of something —
to stop and see the joke of it all,
and laughter comes barging in and takes over.

I, sooner or later, grow jealous of you
and begin to realize that I have to get up and go,
alone,
while you get to stay with each other.

This makes me blue and close to tearful
and defiant even. So I kiss you both gingerly
and head resolutely for the subway,
or resolutely for the bars.

Grateful for you