Happiness can never
Be given and
It can never
Be taken happiness
Can only ever
Be found but
Not out there
With someone or
At some place
Or during some
Time or another
Happiness can be
Shared with others
But it’s never
Theirs to keep
Until that is
They find theirs
Inside of themselves
Reading and writing
Poetry is like
Falling in love
When I write
I choose each
Word as carefully
As I choose
When and where
To kiss you
And when you
Read these words
Close your eyes
And let me
Take you somewhere
Of my creation
A place reserved
For just us
At this moment
Like my kisses
When above me
You hovered inches
From my face
I saw therein
Your eyes creation
Not all of
Creation just ours
I witnessed something
Happening from nothing
And right there
I knew that
Like God said
It is good
Why do we
Hurt the ones
We love is
It perhaps because
Both love and
Hurt occupy the
Same place in
Our hearts or
Maybe love and
Hurt are intrinsically
Bound just as
Life and death
There were somethings
That we discovered
When we were
Together last weekend
The second was
Caused by first
Time was limited
And so we
Slowed time down
Making each second
Last and knowing
That there was
Much to do
We created #5
A special kiss
Known to us
As the now
Infamous Talk Kiss
A delicious combination
Of intimate bedspeak
And our lips
Becoming far more
Much more than
A kiss and
A conversation a
Lovers mixed drink
Aka kiss #5
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 