I have a friend who is not quite
“My friend” yet, or so we claim it.
Their smile hides a secret stamina
I’ve yet to touch,
and my hands itch at the thought of a spark
that flares up my little throbs.

There’s a light burning alive in their eyes
that keeps me fascinated;
I hold my breath, relentlessly,
convincingly,
on the possibility of “friend?.”

For what am I to do with this beauty
embodied in a frame too sexy?
Laugh? Blush?
Fuck?
Friends?!

I tell myself,
if I settle for “friends,”
I miss my mark,
I miss my chance.
Yet I can listen for hours on end,
even as the night wears me thin,
whilst their voice mends every shredded fiber,
turning my “why” into deep red wine,
making me high on thought
from the mention of my name lingering on their perfect dental.

They bud my desires
on an earth almost barren of love.
So how do I love them
and get to keep them?

Eat my cake and have it!

Friend, lover, or foe?
Until time feels like 
a forever just long enough

~Ndiba Kellen~