Friendship

Friendships exist in enclaves
Brick-walled abodes with cubwebbed fireplaces
Curtains draped across archways that lead to a living room crowded with furniture and framed pictures
In my enclave
There are candles
Two-inch waxed remains
Wicks burning, waiting for extinction
Friendship is warm
Novel
Unfamiliar
Somewhat extraterrestrial
It leaves you feeling as though you have awoken from a dream where you lived in paradise
Everything was perfect
And you wanted to go back
Close your eyes and conjure up those images again
The soft sun
The gentle breeze
Your feet in white sand
The cave of your mouth sweetened with mangoes and bananas
Friendship exists in an enclave
A perfect enclave
And I am glad I share it with you