Friends

I have to be honest. Sometimes, lovemaking strikes me as possibly the strangest thing two humans can engage in. It’s just an odd thing to do when you stop to think about it. Even the mechanics of it. Just odd. A visiting alien utterly unfamiliar with both the urge and the concept would wonder, what the…? Yes, I grant that this view is a detached one, but does that make it less true? My other observation is that “things”—at least for me—tend to grow a lot more “serious” once sex enters the picture, dragging in tow baggage of God knows how many eons, and things that seemed perfectly tranquil just a week ago is now a churning river of uninvited feelings and assumptions, some to cope with, others to ignore—no matter how much I did not agree to let that motley crew in. And often I’ve seen—known, actually—that things would have been just fine, and continued to be so, had we not engaged in this oh so odd behavior. Oh, it makes so much “sense” at the time, doesn’t it? But what good is it, really? Other than propagating the race—which at this moment is in little danger of dying out by last headcount. Friends. A truer state of affairs, at least in my book. ____________________ The Words: It was your eyes that enabled me to see it was your touch that enabled my touch it was the thought of a lasting life with you it was that dream and that hope that saw me through It was the way that you cradled in your sleep it was the way that you showed me a way it was the light in your eyes when you smiled at me it was the smile in your smile that set me free to scale your mountain to sail your ocean to roam your earth and your sky to breathe your air to drink your water to know this river would not run dry It was your dance as you twirled within my reach it was your hand as you gave me your hand it was your sigh as we fell our fatal fall into the crimson and the wonder of it all It was a world in a world where I could see it was a heart in the warmth of a heart it was a day in your day in your sun and moon how could I know that this day would end this soon to icy mountain to stormy ocean to darkened earth in your sky I fought for air I sought the water I prayed this river had not run dry But signs unspoken downcast broken jealous frozen cursed unchosen stabbing doubts as your friends arrive wondering still is our love alive fickle tears besway my view and blink these eyes as they look for you But then I saw beyond the chill were we friends instead of lovers I could love you still That's one thing I truly saw were we friends instead of lovers And then I saw beyond the chill were we friends instead of lovers you would love me still That's one thing I truly saw were we friends instead of lovers Then we could smile as we cater to our wounds then we could laugh at the strain in our laugh and we could shrug at the chains at the bars and palls and we would wonder at the chasms and the walls And we would ride through the fields of letting go upon the wing of the storm that befell us upon the waves and the waves upon fallow shore upon the why we never thought of this before and scale the mountains and sail the oceans and roam the earth and the sky and breathe the air and drink the water and know this river will not run dry For then I saw beyond the chill were we friends instead of lovers I could love you still That's one thing I truly saw were we friends instead of lovers And then I saw beyond the chill were we friends instead of lovers you would love me still That's one thing I truly saw were we friends instead of lovers As you looked back and caught me with a smile Ulf Wolf May 1996/May 2015 Copyright © 2015 by Wolfstuff