I guess I’m smarting
having yet once again
been snapped by the
end of a wet
towel feeling its sting
It lingers you know
despite the rough housing
playfulness bringing it about
the towel being words
and not terry cloth
but it’s the same
words always the same
words heard that crack
and bite bringing shock
and reaction to cover
myself with huh’s and
uhm’s and I see
knowing full well that
my hope just fell
faster than a rider
from a spooked horse
But I know that
in order to find
I must fall even
if the falling isn’t
together with someone else
this time but alone
Month: July 2023
WaitingUgh
It’s the waiting for
me once the hope
yielded fruit I’m excited
by the possibility of
intimacy but this waiting
for love to blossom
once the boil of
maybe has been lanced
Let’s get on with
this before the next
storm arrives dampening our
matches making ignition and
flame certainly definitely impossible
MorningAgain
And again it’s morning
here in Denver and
with the night came
both chill and hope
hope that maybe today
will be that day
just as the sun breaks
free from the horizon
making the long shadows
of everything still here
perhaps I too will
break free from my
horizons of yesterday allowing
me to eventually shine
Boom
It happens this way
right before giving up
something someone new happens
causing one to pocket
their detonator to delay
the explosion or fizzle
of yet just another
disappointment and or frustration
somethings never blow up
no matter how much
emotional dynamite one packs
into each other’s hearts
some just sputter sizzle
and remain dormant until
the next flash happens
All
All I want
more than anything
to do to
you is to
touch you in
the one place
that everyone else
has always avoided
and stay there
for ever more
your memory of
me will carry
me into infinity
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 