Upon first meeting, kismet
fell from your open hands
turning jovial teasing into
sage advice.
The pressing enormity
of your love turned my coal
into priceless diamonds.
Where sofa psychiatry
and table philosophy
spill from our lips
to our ears
to our lips once more.
The ocean of your generosity,
the tender tropics of your rain
flooded the desert of our souls.
The warmth and strength of your eyes,
your heart has spoken in psalms.
Tearing down my crumbling walls
only to build new ones
around the both of us.
Author notes
To a wonderful friend on his birthday.
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He sure must be a lucky friend!
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