For a Sweet Friend

A brush of a hand

On a cheek,

A swollen lip

On a mouth.


Starved to fall

Into the next heart

Waiting for you

To devour them gently.


In the tender

Care only you

Can wholly provide,

I see you there.


With the big empty

Of piercing neglect

And I only hope

You chance to fall


Into me, and we’ll

Talk about Forever.