Best Friends
by Lin Stearns
His endless skin shines as an olive,
Not far from the residing branch.
Full, wet lips so seductive,
That would not give us a chance.
Day, months that develop into years,
Sadness, sorrow and countless fears.
Where are we now in the journey of life.
Was I ever meant to be your wife.
How noble it is to pass this way again,
In hopes of caressing my best friend.