Found
at edges of
thought
these
marks
afford
peace
pause
to then
think free
again
Category: Falling in Love
Friends
We began
as bulldozers
backhoes and
graters
in a box
filled with
sand and
imagination
We found
ourselves
catching
each others’s
eye
at a dance
in a new
sandbox
Words
Words flow
like motor oil;
thick and
slippery
they leap
from the sea
of mind
too slick
to grab
they
slide past
my pages
Loving Men-Fixing
Fixing
his hair
I blend
wooden fingers
through
night time
waves
Fixing
his tie
pulling
draw-cords
on curtains
wooden fingers
tighten
his knot
Fixing
his smile
dabbing
corners
for crumbs
wipe clear
his smile.
Loving Men-Him (Rodrigo)
His hair
like fur
my fingers
tangle it
like poorly
wound yarn
His back
like the state
of Wisconsin
is broad atop
narrow below.
His tie
like an obstacle
or hurdle
finally loosens
by my tugging
drawing him
near, knotted
silk, unwound
it’s a sash of
triumph
His lips
are my medal.
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 