Sometimes

Sometimes I want to roll my fingers
Into a fist-like configuration

All except that brave and independent index digit

Which will rise up
Bringing the ball
Of its weaker comrades along with it

And halt
A few feet
From your sometimes beautiful face

In response to this grand gesture of the hand

That strongest
Muscle of my body

Will lift
It's moist mass of taste buds
To the spot right behind
That porcelain shield
Known as my two front teeth

Then ascending from the deepest part of me
Like a hot gust of wind

The words

"You're being a ******* *******!"
Sculpted into arrows of over-articulated consonants

Will hit your sometimes beautiful face
And hopefully bring

That sometimes unbearably beautiful friend
Back

To trust me

In the way that the precious,
Rare,
And exquisite breed
Of true and selfless friend
Is always nervous

Yet eager to do