On everyone there
A place a
Place rarely touched
That when touched
Unlocks all of
Life’s passions it
Is a place
This place where
Lovers swim languidly
In the cool
Pools of each
Other there they
Find their reflection
For me it’s
Right there six
Inches just south
Of your chin
Burying skeletons is
Easy but exhuming
Them and facing
The ghosts from
Your past is
Hard face them
Unleash them and
Tell them you’ve
Wronged ask them
for forgiveness this
Is but one
Gateway to Heaven
We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
When it comes
To love and
Food wanting is
A luxury when
Needing is but
The one necessity
You asked if
I write love
Ambrosia I breathe
Love like the
Nectar bumblebees dance
About like the
Smell of sweet
Freshly clipped grass
Like the cologne
That hangs as
Men pass by
Like the nothingness
Of fresh snow
Love to me
Is everything and
Also nothing so
Yes I write
Love for there
Is nothing else
To write about
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 