I may see
With my baby
Blues but my
Fingers have an
Eye of their
Own let them
Dance across the
Keys of your
Ribs into the
Pool of your
Tummy and the
Dimples of your
Cheeks and then
Let me paint
You with words
Replicating the art
That you are
For all the
World to read
The night outside
Glows through the
Slats of window
Softly as though
My yard had
Been blanketed by
A midnight snowfall
Or like Venus
Hailing its moon
To cool my
Night in subtle
Shades of blue
And gray as
I recall that
One night in
Curitiba on the
Beach as low
Tide tickled the
Sandbar beneath your
Naked silhouette while
The Orange dawn
Broke yellow upon
Your brown skin
No matter how
Often I close
The damper memories
Of you somehow
Trail down the
Flue of my
Mind reigniting the
Heartache of you
Catching embers that
Were so close
To being ash
Then erupting to
Full blaze and
Once again scorching
The new growth
That sprouted atop
What was once
You and I
One of my
Favorite things to
Do is watch
You sleep everything
Else is far
Away and you’re
Simply there smiling
And listening to
The heavens angels
Rest well my
Love I’ll see
You when you
Return to me
There are constants
In life like
The sun and
Moon the seasons
Migration and then
There’s us we
Are simply not
We are lucky
Both in life
And love live
Your best life
And love as
Often as you
Can for in
This world we
Are temporary while
The rest is
Magnificently grandly eternal
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 