It’s the waiting for
me once the hope
yielded fruit I’m excited
by the possibility of
intimacy but this waiting
for love to blossom
once the boil of
maybe has been lanced
Let’s get on with
this before the next
storm arrives dampening our
matches making ignition and
flame certainly definitely impossible
Category: Affection
MorningAgain
And again it’s morning
here in Denver and
with the night came
both chill and hope
hope that maybe today
will be that day
just as the sun breaks
free from the horizon
making the long shadows
of everything still here
perhaps I too will
break free from my
horizons of yesterday allowing
me to eventually shine
All
All I want
more than anything
to do to
you is to
touch you in
the one place
that everyone else
has always avoided
and stay there
for ever more
your memory of
me will carry
me into infinity
Possibilities
The sun kisses me
with possibilities it warms
my darkest corners and
the wind carries with
it my love affection
and care like elm
paratroopers spinning spinning round
and landing somewhere new
I live for love
for hope and how
to remain in the
sun basking in the
idea of happiness found
Bach
Upon listening to Bach
I lament but also
wonder wondering about why
but more importantly what
what if anything will
come should someone too
Somewhere in Bach’s melodies
I find comfort somewhere
between the violins and
cellos I find breath
deep sighs and regret
taking me back to
when followed by what
and eventually facing why
Bach helps me heal
wounds long ago scabbed
and now just scarred
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 