Leave My Head Alone Brain

'Leave my head alone brain, get me through the night…'

You thought I was funny.
‘Funny-looking?’ I enquired sourly
still not knowing
how much
I liked you, but sure
that it was too much to inform you.
No, a sayer of funny things.

I played the grown-up
to your decade senior
little boy
and enjoyed it – the I
in the middle
of your
maniacally energetic storm.

Music!
And dancing
and food
and sex
became the centrepieces
of our little world
of two.
And it was enough.

Or we were.