Sure.
I have those friends.
The friends that I share common interests with --
the friends that I laugh, and joke with;
Then I have her.
She and I,
we fight,
to speak the very least,
often.
Although,
our bond is unbreakable.
We feel the same,
yet we could not be more different.
We both strive for color, opinions, a voice, a reason --
Yet, we strive for it differently.
She and I,
we both love -in our own ways- until the very tendrils of our hearts dry,
YET, we are both selfish beyond our own comprehension.
We enjoy to live,
yet we hate ourselves in such forms that we are living in paradox.
She and I,
we endure the same --
YET, we endure the same differently.
It is inexplicable,
our bond.
I do not love her romantically, sexually, nor do I love her in familial, or Platonic ways --
Our blood runs that deeply.
I just love her.
Shavod *** Woodson.

I like to keep my fan
on at night and
when I get goosebumps
from being cold
I'll think of you
stroking your fingers
down my back
I have memorized they way
Your nails softly scratch
The way your delicate fingers
Trace all the bones
And the way your hands
Rub across my skin
I've noticed that we never say
Anything in these moments
We're saying enough by
Touching
My eyes can whisper
"I love you so much"
And my legs can
wrap around you
singing our song
With a million soft touches
We've forgotten what words are
And how to formulate sentences
I don't mind though