The Complementary Mechanism

Apparently,

Humour has a 'clandestine' affair

with Pain,

clandestine- is a hushed opinion,

as good as the paparazzi’s interference.

The lovers meet secretly but in the open,

encircled by cosy zones,

and cushions of comfort,

sometimes crossing lines,

perhaps to touch the horizon,

to sing the chorus of their ascension,

loud and clear,

of the love that has it all.

The cookies crumble,

but are not heard on purpose,

noise gives you the urge to purge

and you act in accordance

with your health 

to protect its wealth.

In love, 

you may not be 

'made for each other',

but all that matters 

is the unifying power 

that you have 

when you are together. 

©songbriti