Visible Friend

Visible Friend

Under control,

at least pretending to be,

steadfast in my insecurities.

She makes me shake a little,

smirk a little,

shiver.

Branded in colors

and shapes;

a piercing here,

a tattoo there.

The trepidation in her smile

a thought process possessed,

I wonder what she thinks about

at night.

When I’m not there.

But want too be.

Wrapped loosely in linens,

falling back

in soft skin.

It’s a dream I have often

even when

my eyes open.

Seeing;

she was never there

in the first place.

And that

I can’t understand.