with this rainy morning, I wish to be your friend and walk by the ocean, find hydrangea blossoms, to have you find rest wrapped in my arms, to find my own rest feeling your dancers body on mine, to caress your soft hair as your face is buried in me, as a wave on the sand.Be my friend for I need friends, more than lovers, for lovers have left me and friends have stayed bouncing like cobbles on the beach, smoothed by each other.