Like almost everything
Else ever imagined
You did appear
As something grand
Much too large
To understand then
At first glance
So I sat
And simply gazed
At you studying
As one does
With a Ruben
Or a Seurat
Piece by piece
By peaceful piece
Until I understood
That somethings aren’t
Meant to be
Mine but rather
Only ever known
From a distance
Thereby letting you
Go to be
A masterpiece to
Someone that can
Display your beauty
In a hall
Grander than mine
Like the moon
That inches slowly
Through wooden slats
Like a cat
Prowling before pouncing
The moon beams
Delicately peel the
Browness of your
Skin back like
Your turbulent sleep
Removes the bedsheet
Leaving you ashen
And moving lower
As the moon
Moves higher in
It’s sky eventually
Landing on your
Feet which poke
Free down there
Like a pair
Of wooly mittens
All this as
Satie serenades waft
From hidden speakers
And give me
What I know
Now as beauty
This is how
Special you are
You’re an oyster
With two pearls
A laugh without
A joke spoken
Rather something funny
Seen and enjoyed
An ice cream
Which topples from
The cone unfinished
And yet satisfied
Because even one
Taste was enough
A loud hiccup
In a crowded
Room drawing attention
And creating chagrin
Surprises you are
To everyone including
Me that knows
The special you
Like a leaf
That falls upon
My shoulder on
It’s way to
The forests floor
Or a snowflake
That lands upon
My tongue before
Disappearing there or
A bubble whose
Surface shimmers a
Rainbow before delicately
Popping or even
Like that one
Old stale joke
That makes me
Spit out my
Drink before I
Erupt in laughter
I enjoy most
In life being
Tickled a tickle
To me is
Like the finger
Of God on
My ribs reminding
Me that despite
Everything else I
Am still here
I have cheated
Yes I have
I have cheated
With those that
I have loved
Then and there
To take my
Mind off my
First love writing
Yes I welcomed
Their distractions and
Yes I entertained
Their attention romance
And intimate interludes
Yes I cheated
But I returned
I always returned
To my one
And true love
For when I
Write I write
Absent of jealousy
Absent of time
Just me with
Me alone deliciously
Alone with me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 