The greatest of friendships exists
In the baring of selves
The mutual exposing - voluntary!
of each’s naked being
It is where friends have seen the worst of the other
plumbed the depths of the soul
known all the retardedness the other can stoop to
the indulgences
weaknesses
dreams
fears
and despite the innumerable host of imperfections that mar that naked visage
extend the fiery embrace of love to the other
from one core to the other
When becoming sworn brethren was a thing
what could be more real
than the blood oath
The mingling of the very liquid life
that courses through the veins of the twain
Can deep friendship be, where two
leave standing the walls, masks and fancy Venetian blinds
that hold the world at bay
where the projected image of the Perfect-er Self
displayed to strangers
is retained for a ‘close friend’ to see?
but the knitting together of souls
is formed of heartstrings
the strands, the fibres of the innermost selves
where the fabric of outer veils are rent asunder
And between naked self and naked self
the burning bonds formed
surpass words spoken, interests shared, ugliness witnessed
where dark secrets can no longer hold hostage the intertwining of beings
Where covalency - the strongest of chemical bonds
is but a facade, a mere interaction of outermost shells
Where the deepest friendships are a fusion-but-not-fusion
the enjoining of two cores
one but not one
two but not two
A new ‘self’ born of two old.
Thus bemoans one
who, desperate to prove himself worthy
fearful of being judged
keeps shields up, moat filled and walls manned
letting none past his gates
and wonders why none dare knock
