And then we
Talked about love
Is love worse
Than nakedness or
Are they same
Why does it
Pain you me
Perhaps because you
I are no
Different than log
To the flame
Igniting the other
And becoming one
Yet what do
We do with
Ashes I know
Sweep them away
Make more room
For new blazes
Which are you
The ignition or
The thing to
Ignite and me
I am ash
You are log
Just the same
Are we not
Listen I’m a
Lover I live
To love with
No expectation of
Return yes I’m
Often passed by
But sometimes someone
Stops for awhile
I don’t hurt
When I give
I hurt when
I withhold it
Let me love
You and let’s
See where that
Takes us just
You and me
You have become
That present tucked
Snugly behind others
Nestled in back
Beyond my hands
Reach yet seen
Purposely to tease
And evoke wonder
Certain that you
Are the one
Thing most wanted
But just there
Beyond my grasp
Unable to shake
Therefore to guess
I spy you
The one gift
I patiently wait
To touch unwrap
And finally discover
The treasure therein
I want to
Thunder like storms
Pound like hail
Shock like lightening
And blow like
The sweeping typhoons
But I am
Simply a moist
Eave dripping slowly
Into the cistern
The same drip
Drip and drip
Until I’m dry
And you’re quenched
Just like a
Couple of children
In a sheeted
Tent in bedroom
Fingers alighting the
Ouija board hoping
To receive messages
From the beyond
Our fingertips outline
The veins and
Muscles of each
Others hands wondering
If just if
Maybe just maybe
We are the
Princes sent to
Save the other
From everything else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 