And in the morning
Coffee in hand I
Crawl back in beside
And watch as the
Morning sun creeps like
A caterpillar up sheets
And lands on lids
Which flutter like butterflies
Showing me your eyes
Sleepy and darkly rich
Deep brown satellites hovering
And focusing on me
And then on coffee
First comes the kiss
And then the sip
On this our morning
And now we’re back
To being what we
Were before the explosion
Body parts recollected and
Pieced together perhaps better
Than before breakage seems
To make things stronger
For where once we
Were whole the thing
Which broke us apart
Now resolutely cements us
Together just like Cloisonné
In love and life
When we’re not talking
I fill that void
With our other conversations
It is as though
Ever since knowing you
Silence almost never visits
I am never alone
I may be the
Only person here physically
But like a medium
I hear your voice
Comforting reminding missing me
The love for yourself
Must always come first
You cannot give away
Something you don’t own
Try not to seek
Someone else to provide
That which you choose
Not to find yourself
For once they remove
It the void which
Was once something small
Has now become vast
Incapable of being quenched
Fill your cup first
And only from there
Can you serve others
Our friendship has changed
Once comforting like granola
Bathed in steamed milk
Then deep like rich
Dark soil in which
We planted our delicate
Dreams to the cotton
Candy of our crush
To the tentative touch
Of curious fingers entwined
Finally to storms passion
Drenching everything in the
Rain of desires hunger
And finally back to
The quiet beginning wondering
Just what exactly happened
Like waking from dreams
Confusion full of innocent
Chagrin and cautious glances
Asking where to now
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 