One two three four
One two three four
Follow me there’s more
Five six seven eight
Five six seven eight
I’ve found my mate
Nine ten eleven twelve
Nine ten eleven twelve
Our first dance beheld
Category: Curiosity
Garret
Once when I was
Younger a lover rented
A garret an awful
Hole in the wall
Stuck way up on
A forgotten floor of
A home whose only
View could be seen
From there and from
There the city fanned
Out like a favorite
Bedtime story calling us
To dream the kinds
Of dreams lovers do
TooSoonTooFast
I remember simpler times
Times when what we
Knew was limited and
What we didn’t was
Found in books and
Imaginations tucked deeply away
On lonely dark shelves
Today knowledge is immediate
But wisdom whether about
Another or a thing
Requires time and experience
The mind is an
Entitled child taking discarding
Barely opened things but
The heart from where
Wisdom flows is ever
But an elder rocking
On a porch somewhere
Recalling recounting and remembering
The wrongs they did
DancingFingers
One of my favorite
Things about loving is
The knowing and understanding
Lovers have a shorthand
They way they touch
Look at each other
The variety of kisses
Always say much more
Than words ever could
So why are poets
Who use words simply
Always the best lovers
Easy because they’re used
To seeing their worlds
And telling of such
With their dancing fingers
Writing
I write to understand
Thoughts have no form
They swirl and spin
Dodge coalesce and dissolve
Words are my landfall
Where sirens and storms
Come to a stop
When after I read
Now it makes sense
I can breathe again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 