Cure

here I stand
a self-made  clown of sorts
with a quid pro quo, I make the world laugh
but nothing caresses my ears
and my heart
better
than her side-long twitches of lips

bursting forth with a primordial joy
that somehow, nobody else can feel
I stare at the softness of my accomplishment
as she sorts through my mind
crawling through all the cavities
that hide behind the clown's smile

I might just have caught the love bug
I don't know
but I hope it is contagious
and I hope she doesn't find a cure