Girlfriend
Is it that I am to you this
Midnight secret-telling, safe place to cry
Silliness and private laughter
Two mouths speaking one thought, two glances met
Clasped hands swinging down the summertime street
A heart that sings with yours, another pair of feet that skips
And when there is a burden to be borne another back
This and these and nothing more
Or
Is it because your hair is black
Long and black and curling to your hips
Because your voice is delicate and high and sharp and sweet
Each single sound a precious gem I set
In your silver silent presence after
And that your name ends with a sigh
Which started with a kiss?