My Friend

My Friend,


I hold your face

with gentle hands,

gazing into

your soulful eyes.


I take your wrists

and kiss the red

and branded skin;

a careful breath escapes.


My throat cannot vocalize

the things I wish to say,

but may my presence declare

 the things my mouth cannot.



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