Manna Gum

1.

The halfmoon often peeked

between the fields of clouds

hoping I bow to my desires

and kiss the girl

through this timeless night

yet I gazed

not into your cobalt eyes

but at the pit of fire

imagining

you'd keep me warm

better

than these flames ever will

- and you know I will too

that we can dally with tenderness

without a care in the world

that you can rest your body and soul

on me at anytime you wish

... it's the least I can do

a spirit like yours

makes mine

copacetic

2.

still

I sense an eventual collapse

my air to your fire

may be too much

or

too little

friendship comes in many forms

and I suppose

that

is true

but it's difficult to accept

our bond as such.