the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets

you&me

things are different this time:

we aren't clouded by lust or

the faulty epiphany that people call

romance.

we love each other,

but that's not all we do.

love itself can't stand alone.

we have a friendship

that's special

to us and to everyone else--

they can see it, too.

i don't have to kiss your lips

or hold your hand

(but oh, i do want to)

to know that i would be content

to spend the rest of my life by your side

even as

"just" a friend.