Do they know how much I care?

Perhaps not, it may be impossible to know such things.

For some friendships are more than physical,

Beyond knowing.

Remained in a place where both sit,

Eternally so.

xxx

Talking by the campfire,

Without need of other comforts,

Just a listening and sharing presence,

We share eyes, and glimpses toward the others Cara,

Through the spectacles of grace.

United by love.

A love which cannot be held,

Or even felt fully,

Because of a spilling nature.

XXX

Unable to remain within,

Be contained,

Even held,

For it seeps out in ineffable, uncontrolled ways.

Onto the floor of my life,

Spreading our Anum Cara for all to see,

Regardless of their nature,

Disposition, or ability to notice.

XXX

For I notice you.

I hold you,

But not too tight,

As I don’t want you to leave,

Or slip from my fingers,

And arms;

In an embrace which will retain its eternal nature.

XXX

Of this I am assured.

Once my belly is filled,

The emptiness begins again,

As the distraction of my physicality ebbs; revealing a now familiar estuary,

Moistly moist,

But never to dry.

xx

Here, then, the longing begins again.

And my search for another place.

Unknown,

but always calling me out to sea.

xx