lays next
to me
his torso
wrapped
in sheets
like ribbon
he stands
next to me
adjusting his
shirt and trousers
like a nervous
teenager
quit fidgeting I say
which causes him
to laugh leaning
in to kiss me
his lips soft as down
cover mine
tongues begin to
dance as I moan
and fall to bed
looming above me
like an egret in a shallow
pond he targets
my mouth with his
beak
The road
to my house
snakes like
a child’s confession
it winds through
the canyon like
an old wives tale
snaking it rolls high
and low a rollercoaster
for cars
it keeps me in
like a winding
picket fence
it twists like a chinese
finger puzzle
but always returns
you home
as curious
as a kitten
we laugh at life’s
silliness his face
is as genuine as
a diamond its facets
shimmer in dim
light causing me to
squint
his body long and lithe
mounds of muscle flesh
arms like weapons
his gentleness surprises
me his crooked smile
draws me nearer
like sirens
his flank is where
my hand sits holding
onto rythym
nails draw down
his back scratching
like bear claws causing
streaks of red ink
pouty lower lip
beckons kisses
simple
basic and
fundamental
a scarcity
of words
explaining the
Universe
what’s a poet
without words
a dry well
drought and
famine
expression
is a wink
smile laugh
a poet now
a mime
I ache for him
like Auden
and Longfellow
words
scarce
feelings
torrential
what did they
do with feelings
described beauty
describing
thoroughbreds
beauty’s these men
of Auden
and Longfellow
ache
to be free
from their
pages
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 