My Best Friend

In my sidelines you always stay,
a book filled with dust, left upon a shelf.

Cold.
Never have my knots been untied,
a layer of glass between us,
a window, a table, a coffin.
I stop. Beating, in your presence,
Tiny speckles of coal dilate in your gaze,
Montionless when your body touches mine.

lips on fingertips, smooth, sweet.
To taste you again, your breath on my neck,
needing is an urge i try to hide.
But you smile, your coals holding my gaze,
stay.

Deep inside frustration, anger, pain.
My dear 'friend' of mine