handouts

Of the moon I have writ
The sun I have on page
Even stars have been engraved

These heavens I've seeked
For souls like me
Ones to deeply speak
Others to hold and keep
Filling my hand
With a hold secure
Breath life touch
Known
Soul sacred secured
The times of my life
Infinite simple rhyme
Templates of rigmarole
This the sharing
the knock on the door
Seeing your face before
Ahhh the many of you
a lot on this floor
how long will it stay
No one can say
The special ones are needed
Crafting the cries
The laughter the sighs
I hunger at your teat
Bow at your feet
Never too many
Not enough brought inside
Keep thine hand within mine
Don't drift away
For I surely will too
its all for touch
human souls
the me and you

When asked "what is a friend"
Aristotle replied:
"One soul inhabiting two bodies"