Now that we've learned
to love each other
so freely,
we make private fun
of everyone else.
We barter our secrets
for slices of carrots
or getting the door.
We negotiate our names,
swap stories for stories,
sell future favors
for the sex we just made.
At night we lock the door
and smoke each other
like cigars.
We scatter our profits,
roll around our wealth.
We soar like stocks.