Our friendship has changed
Once comforting like granola
Bathed in steamed milk
Then deep like rich
Dark soil in which
We planted our delicate
Dreams to the cotton
Candy of our crush
To the tentative touch
Of curious fingers entwined
Finally to storms passion
Drenching everything in the
Rain of desires hunger
And finally back to
The quiet beginning wondering
Just what exactly happened
Like waking from dreams
Confusion full of innocent
Chagrin and cautious glances
Asking where to now
Sometimes enough is enough
While not absolutely perfect
Nearly is better than
Nothing so I thought
Yet some things close
Are better than sublime
Proximity does offer experience
Always better than dreams
Tactile tangibility weighs heavier
Than wispy fleeting fantasy
But with the reality
Of something been had
Comes with it responsibility
For having achieved such
Ideals are often free
Whereas people are not
As I lay here
Moving my hand slowly
Following the suns path
As it creeps quietly
From foot to calf
And up your thigh
To the ribbed cliffs
And your alpine chest
Past your mouths pool
Finally on your eyes
Giving my morning lips
Their own landing pad
Good sunrise my sweet
Just one more time
One more look back
One more go at
Things one more time
To be together like
One more swing on
The tire one more
Trip down the slide
Like one more sunset
From the balcony together
One more taste of
Something gleefully ticklingly delicious
Things that you enjoy
Are never really over
There’s always one more
In reality or memory
Omg I almost forgot
How could I have
Have forgotten to tell
You this how did
My world become bigger
Than you to eclipse
You like a cloud
And just now cleared
Bathing me in moonlight
And at last this
Thought I love you
Right here right now
And all of the
Time when I wasn’t
Even thinking of you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 