A Friend Lost To Love Poem by Franz Velasco

A thought, wonderful at first,
And an action done seconds.
I was intoxicated;
Now, miserably sober.

Drunk and my friend before me;
That night, how pretty was she?
How soft were her lips?
Touched mine, with hands caressing hips.

How warm were our bodies?
Under the cold seductive night.
Our tongues playing swords;
And shields sweetly surrendered.

How vulnerable were we that night?
When we lost all clothing to that moment
Where hearts were beating strongly;
More than what nature would allow.

There was passion, there was love;
Mixed with fragrant and arousing lust.
But it was a dream, abruptly stopped;
And a nightmare followed.

How pretty is she still?
Sober, I have lost a friend.
How soft are her lips, still?
But mine no longer can touch.

How cold have we become?
Under each hot casual day.

I regret losing a friend to love.
A good friend, I'll always miss.