Six foot four, in my kitchen
zinfindel and smiles
first time in my life that
a man has cooked for me
he laughs and says
he isn’t cooking
he’s just cutting up
he’s right of course
fruits and cheeses and
Sopresatta
sunshine and sharing
the cats, astonished
hide under furniture
meow jealousy and
mild annoyance
which i ignore
movies and mentions
of lives going in
opposite directions
my eye turns west as
his life moves east
passing, as all things do
still it is good to have
laughter with a friend
late night whispers
and the gift that is
knowing you’re never
as alone as you
sometimes feel
(he’d growl at me for this… but i don’t care! heh. My Friend )