Oh I know
I know even
Now and I’ve
Said and you’ve
Heard but but
It’s your eyes
Pull me in
Each every time
Like dark chocolate
Whirlpools they draw
Me down into
The pools of
Your soul smiling
Like children unwrapping
Presents and when
Sad they fall
Like October’s leaves
While I remember
All of you
What I never
Forget are those
Brown kisses set
In almond cookies
As a child
I stared through
The bakery window
At cream puffs
And while poor
I knew that
One day I
Would taste them
Oftentimes it’s not
In the tasting
That matters much
It’s the knowing
That you will
One day soon
You my dear
Will be handed
Your very own
And very sweet
Cream puff by
Another cream puff
Without love desire
Is but veneer
Applied cheaply and
Thin giving the
Appearance of beauty
Ah but love
Love is walnut
Hickory and cherry
Dense heavy rich
Able to withstand
Even strong hammers
And often sculpted
Into long lasting
Things of beautifulness
On its own
Look for me
And find me
Take me home
And create me
Into something you
Appearing to be
Like the sun
Two things happening
When we are
Together almost always
First the spring
Following the winter
The unexpected blossoms
Of our smiles
Budding and stretching
Across our faces
And then the
Cloudbursts of laughter
The simple downpour
Of saturating happiness
Bean is simply
Being it’s not
Past tense it’s
Present it’s who
He is and
Who he’s been
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 