Friends are our WiFi connection to life, An ATM card in need, A key that turns our sorrow into a smile, A balm for our pain, A moisturiser for our success, Guardians of our secrets, A rocking partner , a soulmate. The foundation of a good marriage is friendship.
The muse arrives with familiar ease And illumines the realm of inner view. Quietly births a soulful breeze Forms clouds of thought in purest hue. How lifted do I tread and plod, Humble receptacle, servant of God.
Each mortal frame a joy contains That soothes the soul and heart to find. A healing balm for worldly pains A heavenly cleft from beastly mind. Oh, how honored do we tread and plod, Humble receptacles, servants of God.
Every ounce of pressure against my veins, like the flood of heavy summer rains. Trying to escape the coating of my flesh, internal tensions I could not oppress. I hear crickets, smell the morning dew. All I can ever concentrate on is you. Made to feel nervous but oh so calm, sometimes even sweet like cherry lip balm. A moment of combustion then release, your tongue wanders onto my body, into a crease. I'll never care if I get rich, so ever long as you ease my twitch. Stale smoke and the scent of butane, breath seeps into me like a bloodstain. You, a child at heart and I, a freak into abstract art, like Ad Reinhardt. What a fine creation, our own constellation, an innovation, better than intoxication.