when we
kiss
your eyes
get lazy
like cats
or the sliver
of moon
when we
kiss
your lips
get moist
like sponges
or succulent
fruits or flowers
when at last we
kiss
you become
weak
like blossom
heavy
bouquets.
Category: Falling in Love
Poet
Poet
an
ancient woman
threading beads
on fine
linen threads.
Loving Men-Pensive
Today
I sit
quietly
listening to
nothing
Today
I see
you
laughing at
something
Today
I feel
us
being
everything
Loving Men
I waited
an eternity
to finally
place
my hand
there
I waited
another
to move
to your
waiting lips
there
Loving Men-Hands
His hands
waffle mine
smaller, four
digits and a
thumb worm
their way
to mine
His hands
hold cigarettes
and lighters
and knives and
forks they
move from pockets
to mine
My hands
now mirror
hands they’ve
entwined like ivy
serpents.
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 