I give and I take nothing, all day long: <br />No butterflies, and it is funny, funny that I can keep repeating <br />My desirous song, <br />When my desire is so far down stream singing out to no one, <br />Content to go through the little ripples of a <br />Rain shower, pretending each ripple is its soul, <br />Sure that it can never drown even as the elfish cannibals surround <br />The banks of its musical; <br />And I love you, Sharon, because you are the only girl for miles <br />And miles: And I am drunk, and you are the only girl in this place, <br />The only beautiful thing on two legs who hasn’t betrayed me, <br />Or gone home and fornicated in her fornication place: <br />And I am getting up early again tomorrow to check again <br />The furrows I have sown to see if they have sprouted the tender <br />Heads of my so unfortunate friends, and if they have, then I will <br />Call you to them, Sharon; and they will rise up harmoniously <br />And almost cartoonish and I would ask you to kiss them: <br />Yes kiss them like a little girl with a basket full of rose petals, <br />Prancing, because you are most desirous; and, yes, even <br />Trans-lunary you are as luscious as a virgin in her grotto, <br />Spilling full of blooms and loam; and, yes, you are the best friend, <br />The very best friend I have never known.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-very-best-friend/
