Friend, Almost A Lover
(as recited at author’s first open mic reading 2.15.04)

I see you
when caramel lids
cover hazel eyes
and I am lost in the thought of you
soft & hazy beneath me
and I want so much to
call you to me and make you mine.
My friend
you are
Almost a lover.

A curved drum receives the signal
soft and warm vibrating in my head
and i think of
tendrils of your hair
spraying across my face
and the silky, milky silhouette
of you melting
into me
and i start to fall
but i can’t because
you are just
a friend, but
almost a lover.

I want to touch you and taste you
and merger your lesbian soul into mine
and reach for you across the night
and Egyptian cotton sheets as my
arms wrap around you to
love you the best way
I can allow myself
to love
a friend that is
almost a lover.