I imagine you
Sleeping in the
Bed of fifteen
Pillows there naked
Under linen sheets
Curled into yourself
If I were
There is unfold
You like a
Newspaper and read
Your sleepy eyes
And light lay
My lips to
Thine awakening you
Slowly to this
New our morn
Searching no more
And finally found
You navigated your
Ship past craggy
Cliffs and onto
My shore exploring
Me with wonder
The mountains of
My shoulders the
Pools of my
Belly the dawn
Of my eyes
And the glaciers
Of my smile
I am your
New world come
Make me the
Home you sought
And touch me
You have without
Touch instead with
Time spending hours
Talking and knowing
Like friends tomorrow
We will meet
And put body
To emotion like
When we are
Born our already
Soul finally enters
It’s new body
I think of
You now when
I’m not thinking
Of anything else
You arrive like
A post card
From a far
Off place heralding
Adventure you apear
Like an apparition
In the doorway
Folding into my
Arms like a
Cashmere scarf keeping
Me toasty warm
And now comes
Pet words terms
Of endearment silly
Little phrases and
Coos like morning
Doves sitting on
A high wire
We utter these
Things setting us
Apart from others
Like precious baubles
Kept in sacred
Worn cigar boxes
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 