Friends and lovers
Are not distinct
One naturally bleeds
Into the other
Just like watercolors
Creating a hazy
Squinting image which
Requires its study
To understand meaning
Sometimes my friends
Become my lovers
For love like
Pastels blend and
Create a beautiful
Ghostly image like
A ship far
Out to sea
Or heavy woods
At the cusp
Of pastoral prairies
I love lovers
I cherish friends
Combined they make
Wonderfully beautiful art
