The Other Language

I do love a good laugh,
Especially the way
Your humour
Travels faster than light
From your eyes to mine.
Bending space and time
Taking the longer round-about
Of hyperboles
And inside jokes
And nicknames too dirty
To hide behind
Our conspiring smiles.
When others hear
What I speak
You know what I say
And know that my words
Make half the sense
They claim to make
To which you reply
In off-target nudges
And ill-timed winks.

Co-creator
Of alternative language!
Blind me with insight
And rattle my funny bone again
Come, match my step
In all the madness
Of this tragic joke called Life.

Note: This goes out to a friendship that has created the best and sustained the worst. 
A., thou art loved!

Detours

Let's talk about 'detours'
In substance as in abundance
As I try to delude
Your distrustful, course-committed heart
But I guess, tolerance wasn't ever your strong suit
And there isn't much that I can put into use
When you clearly look so amused
With the crowning glory of your untimely youth
Can this be the Devil's age-old ruse?
Don't mistake me as hopeful
But let's just take a moment
And talk about 'detours'
Shall we?

Linked to: 3WW
Prompt: distrust, hopeful, tolerant