Girlfriend
by poetreearborist
I know you, beautiful woman
You smile and I smile with you
Wave your hand, yes I’m coming
To witness you brush your hair
To help you plait it pretty
To sit in the kitchen as it fills will smells of baking love
Our faces get close as we talk in small whispers
Our personhoods dissolve by secret sharing
We drink and laugh past midnight, we
Sing songs of the other that becomes the self
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This is a wonderful line : “Our personhoods dissolve by secret sharing” AND so is this:
“Sing songs of the other that becomes the self.” You captured some essence of friendship preserved it in those words- how impossible is that and yet here you are! I had to repeat the first line several times because it was so meaningful and so (I know- cliche! but-) deep.