Family '89

I pull you aside,
a passer-by
off a crowd and:
let's make family.

Two hundred Euro
cluttering pans
in our shared sink,
a veritable valley.

I'm just kidding,
I'm just messing
around with you;
any chance I get.

Soon I can't look
at your frowns, without
wishing to be
behind your shoulder.

There sure are
instances when
masochism
serves its cause.