"More
Than Friends"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Friday, September 9th, 9:17 a.m. pdt
(For Elizabeth)
Many times in life and memory I have fallen deep in love
Many times have I wasted energy screaming with delight
at rusted roses showing only thorns instead of blooms
Many times have I cried, open mouthed, dysphonic,
as I aim for a larger understanding of my inconsequence
Many times I have loved, and lost
Tears well up and overflow, raining depression
o'er my sorry soul,
solidifying sullen subterfuge with seeming complacency
even as I die inside nightly and cry myself to sleep
Many times have I felt
to have gained wisdom and understanding
but I was "wrong as usual" and
had to carry on unawares
Many times I bought fulfillment
with confederate notes
of nonsense,
nullifying existence with my pleas for love
And many times I failed to receive sustenance
When I met you, charmed by your smiling eyes
and your throaty laugh,
your profound thoughts,
and your dreams and visions of perfection
I would read your words, and wonder 'bout your love
your devotion, and your abiding needs and wants,
and as time crept along unawares
my love grew stronger
even as my friendship
for you flowered in fulsome bloom
Months passed, and we conversed
as if we had known each other in
some past life, and our
conversations were only now
finishing from beginnings created millennia ago
You listen with ears bent to heaven
You speak in a voice deep and sweet with
the blessings of the gods
I never felt privileged to travel the hills and valleys
of your perfection although the
love in me grew stronger and more willing
I never felt blessed enough to taste your nectar
or to satisty my longing for your graciousness
I never thought I would
ever have a chance to envelop you
with my being
as I had always hoped, while filled with love
in long lost times, to feel
reciprocal care and hope abounding
And so I deemed to feel enraptured by
your pure and fellow friendship
and while away my days wondering
if we would e'er be more than friends
Now, as I sit with keyboard at hand
relishing the memoried thoughts of your
womanhood, the smooth folds of your flesh
and the tender but robust kiss of circumstance
I am happiest to know
that we are more than friends at last
and know the future beams bright with promise.
As I sigh with relish and with purpose
unknown for periods long and lackluster
but now filled to bursting with your countenance,
I am satisfied at last
And love has come to nest in my bower of beauty
I am happiest to know, with fusion fast,
that we are more than friends at last
Poetry
2005
