I sit between
My past and
Future some would
Say between the
Jaws of a
Vice ahhhh but
Me I feel
Nestled like a
Hatchling under the
Comfort of its
Mother staring out
To the dawn
And wondering if
Today will be
The first day
I will fly
Category: Boo
Kissing (to Boo)
And so I
Kissed someone else
And I knew
Right then that
My lips missed
Yours it wasn’t
The same we
Butted and didn’t
Bled we were
Coarse and rough
Like two rocks
Rubbing against each
Other rather than
Waves that quietly
An easily washed
Upon the shore
NeverEverNever (to boo)
It is said
That when you
Taste something that
You get used
To its flavor
Two minutes later
Not so with
Your kisses I
Never ever never
Got used to
Them which is
Why I miss
Them so today
OldFriends (to You)
The best chili
Is the chili
Prepared one day
And ate the
Next there’s something
About waiting that
Doubles its flavor
It steeps thickens
And deepens color
Parts just disappear
Until they land
Yet once again
And that mmmmm
That’s you too
My old friends
Silence (to boo)
Not talking to
You is the
Same as talking
Because I can
Hear your silent
Voice I’ve heard
It when you’ve
Kissed me and
In your sleep
We may never
Speak again but
Please understand that
I hear you
In your silence
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 