Feedback Song For A Dying Friend

Soothe the young man's sweating forehead

Touch the naked stem held hidden there

Safe in such dark hayseed wired nest

Then his light brown eyes are quick

Once touch is what he thought was grip

Tis not his hands those there but mine

And safe, my hands do seek to gain

All knowledge of my master's manly rain

The scented taste that stills my tongue

Is wrong that is set but not undone

His fiery eyes can slash my savage skin

And force all seriousness away

He wades in close waters

Deep sleep alters his senses

I must obey my only rival

He will command our twin revival

The same insane sustain again

(The two of us so close to our own hearts)

I silence and wrote

This awe of coincidence