It’s hot and thick this blood that binds us
sluggish sometimes, though quick to fire,
some kind of heavy oil that heats us.
At one slight curling of your lip
I glimpse me, twisting in your memory
a child’s long bafflement in your eye,
and in the microscopic raising of my brow
Our old fierce fury is ignited
Too flammable and sparking for a fight.
Yet should you need me, blood will call me in
boiling through seas of lava, oceans stiff with ice,
driven as a spawning salmon.
Though continents apart
I could whisper and know you’d hear my voice.
Who would swap all that for friendship?
To hear Nick read her poem :