If my politics offends,
remember: politics is dual—
love is singular.
We do not appear to be friends
because we are in love.
I argued with myself:
“You are not in love with her”
and kept losing.
A pity people change
and, even while changing, keep choosing.
Your truths today will be lies tomorrow.
I seek to demonstrate for her
the wider, social, causes of sorrow
in my wild political zeal.
Love, however, covers me in silence.
Only argument makes me feel.
If my politics offends,
remember: love will be the two of us
and politics singular
when all of this ends.