My devotion came from a long time ago, like when we were young ‘uns, kids. There were perpetual feelings for you cause’ few wanted to be your friend while me and sister, well- we always picked up strays so I loved you like baby… brother but then we raised and it seemed one of us was not much older than the other- anymore. Appeared I began representative of someone whom required tenderizing and currying. It felt appropriate grabbing hold of curtains to drape them across the body, the way you focused; vexed with the physical, sent with notes of adoration and courtship- had to realize things had changed. Though close, it occurred to me to give in but not before a few conditions… friend.
After being sprinkled, additional seasoning from your intentions I said, “Yes but “shhhhhh” let’s not tell one iota soul, this arrangement remains between I and you until we know of what “this” between us proves.” We dropped lines and the next day lo’ the public was there to greet me, with invitations and congratulations, salutations, decorated colloquies. I’m saying, “No, I don’t need a party, a caterer for near future and there you stood beside me grasping hands, calm as the still. My eyes are big at you with wonder and questions (What happened black!!!) but the chatter went intensely consistent continuing to reveal lack of discretion. What’s sobering is we were over before we started, from there toward an exit of 30 days, door of our departure. Attempted warning you from the outset bejeweled, former friend, the world didn’t have to know of ardor within…before we even knew.