
Scots
b. 1944
You are a lynx and a liar
and I have my father’s dancing eyes
and laughter crackles between us
like snakes or lightning
in the quick dab of lip
Laughing we touch and fly;
we are buzzing and crafty,
uncatchable.
Laughing we deny
what is darkest in us,
the world’s strong shadow,
the need to choose.
What shall we do with each other?
I know the shock of the future
and the whistling silence.
I do not know you.
You may be translucent,
I may pass right through.
Sit down and settle,
Let me melt into you.
You must tell me your truths
and see if I sting.