Oh how I
Had wished and
Hoped that that
One present hidden
Way in the
Back behind the
Pretty ones beneath
The big ones
Tucked almost out
Of sight the
One that caught
The glint of
Christmas morning sun
Was mine and
Finally after an
Explosion of paper
Boxes and ribbon
Presented to me
It was and
There inside was
Your smile the
Way you look
At me when
I don’t make
Sense the sound
Of your laughter
At last knowing
That you’re mine
And then like
The children that
We are we
Wandered through the
Forest of your
Apartment drinks in
Hand and eventually
Landed on a
Bed of moss
And pillows where
I saw the
Sun glint in
Your brown eyes
And I leaned
In and tasted
The soft dewy
Sweetness of your
Lips feeling your
Hands pull me
Closer falling into
You like a
Leaf lands upon
The forest floor
Oh you take
Photographs capturing time
In windows you
Catch the blink
The wink and
The think me
I see metaphors
Like’s and as’s
Turning one thing
Into another we
Both paint worlds
Yours in an
Instant and me
Spinning threads into
Things called poetry
When we met
You were like
My first bike
Full of wee
And ahh as
We rode over
Hill and valley
Then after time
You were like
The small boat
I used to
Paddle about my
Life and now
You’re like the
Smoky and smooth
Whiskey that I
Slowly sip before
I retire for
The night making
Me all cozy
And now we
Sit me here
Writing words and
You there choosing
Pictures both of
Us being creative
Though not together
For when together
The art that
We create is
For our eyes
Only
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 