Some times you
Live but most
Times you don’t
I feel the
Same things when
Touching you that
I feel when
Writing you my
Finger my pen
Flow and dance
Bounce and pause
Sometimes stopping looking
For that right
Word to write
Or that ear
That is near
Suddenly exclaiming or
Discovering the rhyme
And the time
When both of
My passions become
One
Seeing you seeing
Me like cats
We stared at
First curious then
Alarmed weighing whether
One caused the
Other harm timidly
Touching like a
Child to the
Glow of an
Angel first a
Finger then a
Hand then the
Shoulder spreading slowly
To the chest
Like pancake batter
Poured on griddles
Pausing like a
Cloudburst when the
Sun breaks free
Suddenly aware of
Nakedness we clutch
Each other in
Our chagrin knowing
Now right now
That we could
That we can
Leap from safety
Into the skies
Sea like parachutists
Hoping that the
Canopies we are
Will open landing
Us softly and
Safely onto the
Bed down below
I think I
Think that I
Think too much
Thinking I think
That thinking this
And thinking that
I think makes
Thinking I think
Thoughtless
Where as trusting
That me untrusting
You with trusting
Me trusts that
These things that
I think that
I think thinking
Turns this thinking
Into untrusting thoughtless
Thinking I think
I told you
Things because you
Asked and now
Like a dog
On a leash
I feel you
Pulling away seeking
Freedom let you
Go I did
But rather than
Run like a
Dog at last
Free you picked
Up my secrets
Like a stick
And brought them
Back to me
Wagging and jumping
Saying in your
Tender playful voice
Throw me another
Now I know
Why you pull
It’s not to
Run away but
Rather to retrieve
What’s meaningful to
You bringing it
Back to me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 