If I were
say a grape
I would know
most likely that
there’s a fine
line between wine
and rancid vinegar
and that line
has little to
do with me
and everything to
do with someone
else it’s never
the bottle or
even the label
or even whatever
is found inside
but only ever
about how someone
else tastes me
such is the
aimless life of
a grape and
anyone silly enough
to date nowadays
Month: September 2023
RePurposed
Pulling myself together
side to side
trying to meet
end to end
I finally admit
that I am
a winter coat
bought thirty pounds
ago and while
still stylish will
simply never fit
this my love
is now us
we once did
fit that is
we’re both now
to each other
something that just
barely ever will
unless one or
both of us
gets given away
to someone else
Romantic
Ssh I whisper
it’s that time
I’ll be right
back I promise
your hands reaching
but I’ve already
left the bed
can’t they wait
just this once
after slipping into
my cold clothes
I lean down
while kissing you
I say lips
to soft lips
no they can’t
and as coffee
brews cup washed
my friends begin
their dance and
their song these
things called words
Words
I write too
much to remember
and these words
flow through fingers
like sand and
photographs and now
dusty longing into
piles and heaps
unrecognizable to me
and only when
if by chance
they gather here
turning into poems
do they mean
anything to someone
else besides me
LetLove
I have found
that when it
comes to relationships
that I never
find who I’m
looking for but
rather I find
who I didn’t
know I needed
and this serendipity
is what causes
I think love
all too often
we can’t see
that which others
can because we
spend far too
much time convincing
ourselves the opposite
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 