BEING YOUR FRIEND

birdsong in the urban valley
facing you while 
we both wash our hair
mornings on the steps
we shared a lot of sculpting
pale wood planks and 
Nirvana forever 
under a tree waiting for 
the rain to stop 
watching the frog crowns
jump from standing water
avoiding truth but 
sharing its sculpting, too 
sometimes I see my body in the mirror
when I stand up from the bath
and remember how you loved me 
in my strangest pajamas 
you said I was 
the myth of a vitamin
sun warming you back
to life