my dearest friend
i am giving you away to the infinite
the definite
to someplace where you will no longer be mine.
some nights i hold you close
and your skin and bones attire cuts deep against my skin.
i cradle you so as not to hold you too tight
you smell like deaths shroud
and you stare off gently toward his beckoning fingertips.
you refuse food
and take water in small sips
so as not to shock the dryness coating your tongue.
so many nights i have mourned you
in the morning waking to you
breathing rapidly, sleeping so soundly my soft strokes cannot arouse you.
i will never forget your velvety coat
your silken protest
your alluring eyes.
you were with me always
stapled to me
and i will be with you always
mended to you
laced to the very thought of you
my life
my love
my sweet lost everything