Old friend

Your hips jutted
more than mine did,
as you traced lines
from my bellybutton to my belt.

Spontaneous combustion of my core
when we used to sit
on you bed in silence,
with nothing to say,
words weren't needed.

You were my addiction:
a drug of flesh and blood,
lust and passion,
enveloped in cigarette smoke

I'll never forget you
gave me that gift...
A dangerous boy
that made me feel safe.

I saw you across the car park today
Old friend...
would you even know
my face in a crowd?