I am sure that if you
drew my blood and took a sip
I would taste of carefully spun elixir
of the lives
and bones
and the hot tears
of my friends.

It’s Ella’s birthday party and
if I were to choose
one day to show an alien
One hour even!
To prove humanity’s humanity,
it would be
Ella lighting 20 birthday candles
on a two by two cupcake
Melting
burning and
laughing.

My friends’ voices are
nestled in my vocabulary and
Their warmth is
embedded in my embrace.
When you hug me
The arms of my
Soulmates are cinching
the essence of
Who I am
To your body—

When you hug me,
You are hugging my friends.

Fingers curling in a wave;
Our tendons interwoven
below the skin
resulting in a mutt
bred from the conception
of inside jokes,
And cuddles on my L shaped couch
that is themed like a bed.

To say we are bonded
is a trivialization—
I exist in the skin
of their very being,
and them in mine.

If you listen closely
Two cups on a string
from my mind to my heart
would be vibrating with the timbre
Of their tears
and outbursts
And roaring fits.

Whoever was able to
capture the feeling of Sun
on your skin and transplant her
into my heart
I will worship you,

for when I am hanging out
with my friends
golden light illuminates,
And I can feel the
warmth of the sun
and my friends
in my love-filled bones.