The Kind of Friend

I wanted the kind of friend that brought exotic
Who was on fire with life
And explored with a reckless kind of foolishness that made me both cringe to
consider such a thing,
as well as feel honored to have such a soul possessing bravado that could
steel to consequences beyond my worst fear,
to still desire my company.
I had this pirate kind of appetite, that I’d know a bold spirit who would
dare challenge the convention of conditions
Dance the high wire above the gravity of situation.
One with earned scars, without hint of regret over how they were won
The sparkle in their eye would draw my imagination into the depth of
possibilities
Churning tempest framed by dark terror; contrasting flashes of lightning
revealing a toothy grin of defiance ~ a mystical euphoric pall to their
amazement to have not yet perished
Quelling an ancient fear, I’d be mesmerized with such flamboyant bravery.
For they were seasoned and resourceful
I wanted a hero of hearts
A buccaneer of sorts who was a straight shooter, possessing a personal glow
of specific integrity
Expert dodger of direct, sublime in response to doubtful inquiry
They’d never leave a friend in the lurch
I wanted to know them, without their acquired bejeweled flash or social
flair
Inside that rascal was the divine and golden heart
The saint of compassion
The fathomless well of my hope.
Yes, I wanted to taste that spice in everything I ate
I wanted the fragrance in my hair, on my clothes, on my skin.
I wanted the reassurance of them drifting into my nostrils from my pillow as
my weary head inclined towards rest.
When I saw moonlight, I’d see them dancing and singing knee high in the
surf, footfalls in sparkling sands
When I felt the mist of a waterfall on my face, I’d close my eyes and hear
their laughter.
I wanted to miss them when I was prosperous, they knew how to enjoy wealth
I hunger for their comfort when I am disheartened.
The thief of my heart who unabashedly would jut out their chin defiantly
agitated by my protest that they were taking advantage of my good will
As if to insult their roll
Looking perplexed and confused that I should question the magic of our
invested venture
Partner into the robust flavor of living such
Time enough for writing whimsical fantasies
First live them in abandon
I could not fathom a single solitary moment without their skin rubbing
against mine, their heat a salve, an energy that revived me.
Capturing the courage I so desired to have breathing in the sea air, canvas
rustling, sea birds calling in the azure sky, “Behold”
On the adventure beyond my horizon.
and in sobriety come to terms with the actual
Being present all along
Chiding with a smile, ‘remember’
Welcome home to your dreams
Of being authentic
Sojourner

The Kind of Friend

Chance

Rex, United States

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