Dear God,
I'm standing between your stone pillars
With pain killers all over my chest.

I'm thinking of warmth
As my body runs cold
Inside my old-feeling bones.

As my wrists are torn
Each to his own
To support the helping hand.

On private land
Do my grieviances grow.

Sweet bitterness of the cold
That flows inside will unveil
In more detail how....

And right now
A man is weak at a woman's touch.

Such women be friends
'Till silent end
of secret's keep

And now I know
Before I sleep
That I possess

A friend indeed.
He is she when his touch
Is gentle yet effective

Irrespective of his masculine nature.
He is mine and yours
with a little wine

Then everyone's
Under the sun

And the son
Of Ireshire can see

Something that no one
Yet can say
From june 'till next may.....

He is no fool
No father neither is he
not even to me.

Wait, now I see
A pillar of salt
A pillar of pain.

I'm willing to die
Or cry or try

Anything so that
Our friendship will remain.

Nkululeko Mdudu

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pillar-of-friendship/