My friend is a skinny malinky thing,
wild, hairy, dark. So dark.
His arms all paintings.
Sometimes he lets the the boy in him free,
the skip the hop and the jump of him
and I could cry.
Othertimes he is older and wiser,
older and wiser than anyone
I have ever known.
I love him for he is the only one
who expects nothing, other than I be me.
I in return get the truth of him.