To a Point

I have come to a point I am sure of my material needs I needn’t any advice on what must be done I have come to a point Where I am lost in my sorrow My melancholy deep-rooted within my mind There is a longing to seek my own personal prophet Not like the Christian Jesus Someone with living flesh and active breath Someone flawed, honest, feeling I do not want conversion I seek a friend to spiritually connect and share with I seek intimate conversation involving discretion I seek an intellectual affair If he were to hold me it would be too much Too perfect, too beautiful in its grace A mere holding of the hand A gentle kiss on the forehead A word of wisdom and encouragement before departing