Fri (no end)

We yearn for closeness, camaraderie, bushles of laughs
we think we will get this from men,
yet they never can give that dressed up glee
of sharing dresses and secrets
of throwing pillows
of never being overcome by lusty love.

We watch others
thinking they have it,
seemingly they do.

But I sometimes wonder
if we are all wandering in the dark
and holding our own hands
just to make sure that our hands do not feel lonely.

Reach out your hand to me
reach it out
farther
for I wish to leave this foolery of best friends behind.

and walk somewhere with our hair flowing back from our faces
(and if you happen to be bald I don't really care)
let us grasp for sunlight
and dance barefoot in the starlight.
Let us marvel poetically at the moon,
then flee to a place that harbors no mosquitos.

I want to be more.  I want to be David and Jonathan
I want to be the sun and the sky
I want to be friends till the day past the day I die.