Friend, Almost A Lover
(a merger of original and open mic version)

Friend, Almost a Lover

i see you when honey brown lids cover
hazel eyes
and i breathe the soft scent
of your skin and hair and cigarettes
and am lost in the thought of you
soft an hazy beneath me
it is hard to sleep at night without
your warmth your breath your
touch your heartbeat beneath my earlobe
I want so much to call you to me and make you mine
and each time you are with me
it is like a prayer that you will never leave
my friend
you are
almost a lover.

a curved drum receives the signal
low and warm of a voice
soft and sensual through waves floating
invisibly in the air
a laugh a smile even a word
translates into a slight racing of my fond heart
and i am a rare whisper
while i think of
trickles of your hair on my face
and the vibrative sound of you moaning with pleasure
chest rising and falling
beneath my lips and teeth
hips grinding against my palm
melting into me as i love you
the best way i can let myself love
a friend
that is
almost a lover.

i want to taste you and feel the
depths within your heated
softness
i want to merge your lesbian soul into mine
i want to fall
against your skin
in the absence of all
fabrics
and reach for you across the night
and move with you against Egyptian cotton sheets
i want to feel hot
wet
fluid
motion
ascend into the arms of
orgasm and
surrender to slumber
till the sun lights your ivory face
but i wait and relish
small doses of your sweet loving
through distance
spaces of time
and emotion because you are only
my friend
but
almost a lover.