We have never been in love,
but his name is neatly sewn into the lining of my long suffering heart,
and it is the only part that has always been hallowed ground.
Slipping his hand into mine,
with a chaste, close kiss on the cheek,
he knows the pain of my path,
and chooses to comfort me,
with no malevolence,
There is nobody on this Earth that I trust,
but he is not of this Earth,
ethereal and empathic,
swept into the cyclone,
dreaming and dancing from Kansas to Oz.
Jill and her best Judy,
against the world,
against the wall,
watching the endless war,
and then writing verses from the vials of blood that surround us.
I keep his name sewn into my heart,
and I leave him all of my ill gotten gains in the will.