I too have
Sat alone book
In lap reading
About romance and
Adventure wondering what
The conquest of
Hearth and heart
Felt like it
Feels like you
I know now
As I live
Rather than read
About the comfort
Of having you
In my life
Someone to go
To think about
Count on worry
About hope for
And fall into
I have now
Become what I
Have read about
And then there
In the silence
As the tides
Of past passion
Lick at the
Soles of our
Feet wicking away
The devastation of
Littered clothes we
Bask in the
Moonlight and wonder
If maybe creation
Was like this
The clashing of
Two heavenly bodies
Against the other
Taking some of
One a little
Of the other
And amidst the
Dust of eternity
Two becomes one
One new world
Oh how I
Had wished and
Hoped that that
One present hidden
Way in the
Back behind the
Pretty ones beneath
The big ones
Tucked almost out
Of sight the
One that caught
The glint of
Christmas morning sun
Was mine and
Finally after an
Explosion of paper
Boxes and ribbon
Presented to me
It was and
There inside was
Your smile the
Way you look
At me when
I don’t make
Sense the sound
Of your laughter
At last knowing
That you’re mine
And then like
The children that
We are we
Wandered through the
Forest of your
Apartment drinks in
Hand and eventually
Landed on a
Bed of moss
And pillows where
I saw the
Sun glint in
Your brown eyes
And I leaned
In and tasted
The soft dewy
Sweetness of your
Lips feeling your
Hands pull me
Closer falling into
You like a
Leaf lands upon
The forest floor
Oh you take
Photographs capturing time
In windows you
Catch the blink
The wink and
The think me
I see metaphors
Like’s and as’s
Turning one thing
Into another we
Both paint worlds
Yours in an
Instant and me
Spinning threads into
Things called poetry
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 