Modern Friendship

When I asked you a favor,
you shrieked as if I had put
a knife on your foreskin.

Yet, you more than I have
had unfettered access
to the largesse accruing
to the tenure of our friendship.

Our thin, red line of affection
can only stretch so far till
a bee's spittle rends it,
till I call in my chips
and remind you of
much that's taken for granted.

Let's therefore find
our separate paths and smile
at this simulation of a bond, for,
friendship is not an end in itself,
but an expression of vulnerability.

Azonto

Azonto- bawdy, redolent,
asymmetrical piece of rhythm,
how proudly you wear
the scars of your scorned heritage!

Thus, inspired, we cast off
our borrowed robes
and leap, naked, into
the sumptuous embrace
of your wriggling, ethnic thighs.

You're bold and beautiful,
decadent and thoughtful,
festively irreverent.

And, now, your propitious birth
has shamed our zebra attitudes,
reducing us to starving infants
suckling at the breasts of your negritude!