For My Friend

Pssst, you...

Yes, you with the strong mother-vibe, like chocolate batter off a spoon...

C'mere.

You with the smart mouth and the warm heart,

You're like

The circus to a gypsy

The sea to a Selkie

And I,

Oh I,

Just want to sneak into your circle for a minute

And dry the rain off my wings.



Listen, I can

Crack wise,

Stir the soup,

Keep your secrets,

Other stuff,

Just as long as I can have you close.

I could move in, just down Charmingly Fucked Up Street from you,

And I would be there

Like slanting light at the end of afternoon

That you could have now

Or save for later,

Lady's choice.



Pssst, woman...

You're stuck with me, I think,

And this poem

Is the cup of sugar you came to borrow;

Come back any time,

(you'll see my familiar in the window)

And I'll be here

The next time

And any time

You come knocking.

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