Tuned to a Fine Pitch. (for Obiero).

Just friends you were I thought,
Whilst we sang:
Hatia and other hymns- all night,
Hustling for where to belong,
Till you licked her lip,
And started dancing to her heart's rhythm,
As she gave in to your grip,
So you became an item...

You moved in one file,
When it bored: sun,
As my chances reduced to nill...
Trapping termites,
Naked you plunged into the rain,
Whose beatings are so sweet--
Only to unlikeables...

She smiles when you do;
Sings softly when you listen,
She responds when you call;
She's learned to respect men,
And always she's there:
In rain, sunshine and nothingness--
For you brother...
And whilst thirsty below,
You're cooled in a way I less know.

Two of you are,
Of a mind rarely bred,
With a dream stretching far,
To the land yonder, where only gods reside...
Shedding a tear for each other,
And sickening quickly if she does:
And none goes further,
To flirt with false divas,
For there's a thin thread bonding you two:
Once cut ends you...