The Curse of Common Courtesy.

Let's skip all of this nonsense

these greetings and pleasantries

it's not like you ever left this conversation

you with your telegraphic eyes

with your photographic face

and you could send me signals

from fathoms below the sea

it's always been you and me

in this mixed up mess of a language

and its one long interaction

made up of gestures and chemical reactions

this study in intercultural creations

and you and I are a new mess altogether

I've forgotten all the tongues I used to talk

all the other tongues I used to taste

with the sting and tingle of wit and want

the line between can and can't

With you it's no line

a long vowel of a word with a thousand meanings

and I am the master dictionary

you are the queen of the thesaurus

throwing inflection around like the curve of your hip

against my -against my hand

and I'm catching every tone

deep in the weight of every bone

so lets skip the pleasantries

the greetings and the greedy giving

all i want to know is here

between your chin and eye

do we have a word

for goodbye?

(for you. because I am so sorry.)