Oh my long hair, bearded, whimsically beautiful friend.
Lily & Lilac bloom from your soul, Baby's Breath nests in your hands.
You happy, hippie masterpiece... Can you explain the tortures beyond your happy facade? Though your sunlight illuminates my soul in the best ways, but I'd still like to feel your rain.

Cry on my small shoulder, if you ever need to & do not ever worry that I'll someday hate you. I'll brush your locks of gold across your forehead
& tuck them behind your ear.
I'll run my fingertips over your shoulder blades & spine,
if it helps soothe you, my dear.

Light some incense, boil the iron kettle for tea, lie on a roof while you
tell me all of your troubles & smoke a little ****.
Bathe in the dewy musk, of August's late rushes
of beautiful, nightly breezes
all in which you may smell the ocean (she teases).

So don't be shy, don't be scared my friend,
a fire like me sees no such thing as the end
of such boundless spiritual energy, between two human entities.
you know... you've always meant so much to me,
so smile & raise your chin.