You are like
A metaphor being
One thing but
To my eyes
Something very else
A man yes
But to me
A tall tree
Upon which to
Climb or shade
In you I
Find my tree
House my only
Place of adventure
Imagination and joy
My place to
Go when the
World abandons me
In you I
Simply collect myself
And standing there
Robes open and
Draping like curtains
Partially hiding rooms
I run my
Hands across your
Back like stroking
The strong flank
Of a stallion
Pulling your face
To mine I
Feel the steam
Against my lips
Like sipping a
Rich black cup
Of coffee as
I drink you
In warming me
Good morning I
Whispered into your
Beard like I
Was talking to
My teddy bear
As a child
Reaching under the
Blanket for your
Chest like I
Did when I
Touched that hairy
Bigger than me
Port Washington dog
Feeling you stir
Turning towards me
Like that malestorm
Discovered in the
Rocky River pulling
Me slowly deliciously
Into and down
Submerging in you
This quiet and
Sleepy new day
And your message
This morning arrived
As sweetly as
You lifting the
Covers and letting
My cold body
Snuggle up behind
You your heat
Warming me slowly
No flash fire
But rather the
Slow and quiet
Intimacy shared while
Telling secrets and
Ghost stories around
A failing bonfire
On that night
In Wyoming canyons
Do you remember
Sinking I bailed
The last of
You overboard the
Weight of you
Pulling me under
Until amidst the
Storm that what
I found myself
In was you
And rather than
Fearing my drowning
I should acquiesce
Giving myself up
To you making
Me deliciously buoyant
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 