Friend

30 Sep 2000

Friend, must I call you
while yearning heart seeks your soul
and guitar silences
do break my heart
with poignant wishes
that can not come true.
I hear my heart weeping.
Strong attraction I do deny
while peers seek your company
and I can not deny myself
the pleasure of your mind.
You, lost to me
before I even found you.
Speak of hard youth
revealing stories of our soul
and fighting the chemistry
that pulls our bodies together.
If you could just see
a partnership built on strength
a hope borne of understanding souls,
then I might reach you.
Yet, friend, I must call you
while I long to capture your soul
and surrender to your strength
while we discuss vulnerability
that we can not show.
Loyal heart beats slow
in the soul that I
must call only friend.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo