i have a friend who likes to ride
upon my back and shoulders.
he's little but i've tried to hide
him as i've gotten older.
his arms are tight around my neck,
which makes it hard to breathe.
his legs have locked around my chest,
so it's hard to see beneath.
during the day he's not so bad,
although he plays about.
he strokes my hair and makes me mad
when his fingers shh my mouth.
he acts, though, as a sort of charm,
surrounding me, an inky shield
from those who truly mean me harm.
for that, to him i'll always yield.
a lovely friend he is.
as loyal as can be.
he hides my eyes with his.
that's his one good quality.
at night he keeps me up.
at night he thinks it's fun to crawl
up and down between the sheets.
he drapes across me like a shawl
those eyes are all i see.
his mouth presses against my ear,
whispering me things,
things i never want to hear.
i'm glad he's here
i wish he'd just get tired;
he never sleeps.
the rapid rhythm of my heart
is what seems to keep him moving,
so stopping him would only start
a game i'd end up losing.