My Good Friend Poem by Zyw Zywa

He is unreachable, night and day
a dream that won't let me go
We know everything about him

In his garden, we find something
tangible, a ladder, it challenges us
I climb to the bathroom window

Inside, we touch the cups
from which he drinks tea
but not with me

We take pictures of underwear
try on shirts and keep one on
It's not even exciting:

just sneaking in with a bit of stealing
nothing valuable missing
Maybe it's childish

but for me, he is a good friend
After playing tennis we shower together
and we wear each other's clothes

real contact, night and day