A friend I am not I do not know how to mask desire with faithfulness To falsely turn my cheek for the sake of another
No friends have I sought But only intricate details of a lover Held up in brilliant contrast to the sun Until their affections I have won Which subdue me for a while or so But a friend I am not, so off they must go
As sidewalks are laced with tiny delicacy in blue They say to me, 'I will not forget you' But what is forgotten, if remembered without meaning? Ah, and the blue laced flowers waver, unsure As if to remember is to abhor