A friend I can not hug,
a friend I can not touch,
a friend I can not see smile
unless in frozen stills of time.
I look myself in the mirror
but who do I see?
A faint ghost of a pale existence
living a life not of my own.
Its a lonely place,
to love you;
A sad song,
with no prose;
I'm not a poet, as you'll probably find
but still I try and attempt to rhyme
in small verses with simple sayings
of things untold but always felt.
Sunny hot summer day,
shaded glasses, clothes are sparse.
Sweating skin, panting breath,
bouncing mounds of lustful flesh.