My minds evilness
Conjures like warlocks
Standing over a
Tureen of goo
Falsity of you
Creating lies which
Like all spells
Do nothing but
Emphasize my insecurity
Why oh why
Do I place
You in such
Prisons when your
Only crime was
To love me
Exonerated now freed
From my dungeon
Squinting you turn
Back your soul
Simply asking why
What you’ve done
We are all
Capable of the
Tyranny of love
Like the first
Pages of a
Novel I struggled
With interest but
Now chapters in
I simply can’t
Put you down
I’m saturated like
A freshly watered
Lawn steeped in
Your moisture growing
Sprouting like a
Field of wildflowers
One day or
Flower prettier than
The next soon
I will finish
Reading this book
That you are
Ready to write
The sequel this
Time with you
I dreamt of
Lovers past and
Present they brought
Me joy like
That first snowfall
In late November
Full of wonderment
And awe like
That first tickling
Ahh upon dipping
Toes in a
Cool Wisconsin lake
And warmth like
That cabin fire
In Vermont after
An afternoon of
Sledding I awoke
Nestled beneath comforters
Knowing that I
Was loved and
In turn loved
It’s true that
We go together
Like grilled cheese
And tomato soup
Find comfort together
Like puppies sleeping
Fit together like
Letter and envelope
As different as
Winter and summer
Yet revolve around
Each other like
Sun and moon
Sharing the sky
Shining when the
Other is asleep
Subtle as winks
Grand as laughter
So we kissed
The heavens opened
Revealing a new
Universe just on
The other side
Of now a
Place only accessed
In our minds
As eyes closed
And mouths opened
And fingers explored
As the hands
Of God himself
Pressed us together
And Angel sighs
Escaped our lips
Setting dew upon
The morning flowers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 