I Need, A Good Friend Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

One, that listens to my songs, from inside of me.
A comrade, that when, i shed my veils
Will look at the real me
Flesh and blood
That reacts
Acts, scince actions speak, louder than words
So wharever happens, it will be a sheared, experience,
I consume him, she consumes me
We rise to status, of divine love
The fine type
Someone to put in perspective, my yearning, my suffering
My struggle, for life, for victory, over evil, over the shadows