Lame

~ Harlan Didrickson 

And yet sometimes 
I lumber my
limber wit lame 
and limping and 
not even coffee 
can jumpstart it 
like desires itch
as I pull 
you closer hoping 
that the heat
of you will 
ignite the flame 
deep in me 
setting things ablaze 
more often not 
both words and 
intimacy stall causing 
a soft landing 
of quiet absent
and distant affection