I lie between the sheets with her sometimes,
She sounds my soul.
When my mind was filled with pain or fear,
She licks me clean as a fresh baked bowl.
When I can’t hold her hand,
I call for her in words untold.
With telepathic expertise, she
Navigates my folds.
Till, like a flower, become seed,
My petals fall, unfurled.
Even when she’s not with me,
I look for her behind the scenes.
I breathe for her, as she can’t breathe.
I see for her, what she shows me.
I love plain paper, as a lover.
As a friend, like my brother.
And we will be, forever
Two as one.