I do
think that
there’s nothing
worse in
the whole
world than
tapping the
chest of
one thought
at first
so promised
to be
a trumpet
only to
discover that
they are
in fact
in reality
a timpani
echoing a
deep and
lonely hollowness
Category: Affection
Ache
I ache
not longing
and not
even missing
for what
is gone
is gone
but for
new which
has yet
to come
Intimate (for SweetPea)
And standing
there moist
in towel
you iron
the days
armor as
I sit
sipping watching
wondering knowing
that soon
you will
dress but
in brief
shy interludes
I will
see flesh
that only
the intimate
ever do
Nothing
I keep
looking but
never seeing
that twinkle
of light
upon the
eye of
one that
caught mine
mirroring a
tiny sliver
of Heaven
but now
all I
see is
darkness an
eternity of
no one’s
and nothing
IGuess
I guess
that I
for now
anyway sit
in dark
listening to
Satie remembering
all those
notes that
I used
to play
across the
piano keys
of your
delicate ribs
finally landing
my hand
upon your
chest and
feeling heart
knowing then
you weren’t
a dream
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 