And now we
Sit me here
Writing words and
You there choosing
Pictures both of
Us being creative
Though not together
For when together
The art that
We create is
For our eyes
Only
Month: September 2021
LikeTree
You are like
A metaphor being
One thing but
To my eyes
Something very else
A man yes
But to me
A tall tree
Upon which to
Climb or shade
In you I
Find my tree
House my only
Place of adventure
Imagination and joy
My place to
Go when the
World abandons me
In you I
Simply collect myself
CoffeeYou
And standing there
Robes open and
Draping like curtains
Partially hiding rooms
I run my
Hands across your
Back like stroking
The strong flank
Of a stallion
Pulling your face
To mine I
Feel the steam
Against my lips
Like sipping a
Rich black cup
Of coffee as
I drink you
In warming me
MaleStorm (to Mr. B)
Good morning I
Whispered into your
Beard like I
Was talking to
My teddy bear
As a child
Reaching under the
Blanket for your
Chest like I
Did when I
Touched that hairy
Bigger than me
Port Washington dog
Feeling you stir
Turning towards me
Like that malestorm
Discovered in the
Rocky River pulling
Me slowly deliciously
Into and down
Submerging in you
This quiet and
Sleepy new day
LikeFireflies
My dear boy
I don’t expect
You to understand
What I say
But rather gather
My wisdom like
Fireflies in jars
Be mesmerized by
Their dance enjoy
How they light
Up your world
The release them
Allowing them to
Do their dance
For someone else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 