the truest form of companionship
Clasped hands
Easy touches
My head in your lap
Soft words
Loud laughs
Perhaps this is what love is
Secrets uttered
No hesitation
Years piled in one look
Understanding
No jury
Just my best friend
Who needs lips for kissing
When you have them for whispers
For this love
This partnership
Needs no romance
It is this that holds strong
When all else fails
Lovers leave
Lovers fall
But this
Is as true
As the moon to the tide
As the clouds to rain
As you to I
Poetry Slam: