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My Bro, My Basil, My Watson, My Crowely, My Paul, And My Friend. A poem for quickmanifyouloveme (Emma).

I remember watching her,

Under the lights reading in that sultry voice,

The voice of imperfection and candy.

She was reading a poem softly.

It was as if I was meeting her again, but this time, meeting her softly.

We met in a crowded hallway first,

Like two people passing glances on a street,

Or planets crossing paths.

I wanted to say I liked her curls and her eyes but I figured a comment on clothing be more appropriate since I had no idea of her sexual orientation, or lack there of.

“I like your shirt.” I said.

“Um. Thanks.”

She is my favorite voice thinking about it.

How rough it is,

How good it feels on my ears.

Time passed,

Words exchanged.

Love bloomed between these souls that won’t ever fit the pronoun “she” correctly.

I stand for her and clap proudly,

Handing her flowers like the proper gentlemen I expect myself to be around her.

We walked out of the theater arm and arm,

Like Basil and Dorian,

Or John and Paul.

Our arms slung carelessly over each other,

Probably singing a Divine Comedy song out of tune as we walked into the night.

Into the night as friends,

Into the night as my brother, my Basil, my Watson, my Crowley,

And, ultimately,

My friend.