I've decided to write a small series of free-form poems about a few of my closest friends. So here's one. *smiles*

You know who you are.
That's right.
You, over there.
Fuzzy, cybernetic mage-fighter-admiral-master-slave-sugardaddy-love-friend.

You with the ships.
You know the ships I mean,
Those somewhat Freudian ships?
I'll say no more.

Yes you, with the place,
You know where it is...
That place with all the stuff.
Mmmm...
Fun kinky stuff.
You, the snuggly one with the evil giggle.

Oops...
Looks like I'm in trouble now.
Forgive me.
I should know by now it's an evil chuckle.

You know who you are.
Though where and when we first started talking
Is a mystery to us both.
But we both remember
A few firsts.
More than a few.
Yes, you with the purity score.
And me too.

You know who you are.
You with so much in common,
The present and the past, the good and the bad.
So much to share.

Yes, you know who you are,
And you know what I mean,
You, who cares perhaps a little too much.
But a better friend I could never find.
I still spin that thing and think of you.
I always will.