Unparalleled

 

I worry about you my unparalleled friend,

turning to books for an emotional fix,

but offering no wounds I’d have to tend.

Talking matter-of-factly about platonics.

existing on point to be on one’s own,

deflecting advances.

What if, when sixty years have flown,

you have lost all your chances?

Maybe I just don’t understand,

how you can exist without lust,

friction of skin or a ring on your hand.

But in your principle, I’ll trust,

and I won’t be wavering as time goes by,

because I guess it’s possible you know better than I.