What I don’t
Want is the
Humid summer night
Breeze delicately wafting
Through opened curtains
Bathing me in
Late night chills
What I do
Want is fall
Leaves giving way
To November winds
And taking my
Autumn colors on
Wings to far
Off places setting
Me delicately on
Comforters of green
Where I can
Then take root
Grow and canopy
You many summers
I do enjoy
Beauty is there
Nothing more beautiful
Than a field
Of wild flowers
Fresh and plump
Fully sunned and
Damp with dew
Except perhaps for
That dried bouquet
Kept for years
Simply because with
It comes my
Memories of you
And it’s you
That is my
Most beautiful thing
Either die full
Or empty in
Life I choose
Empty giving to
Others what I
Feel and see
In order to
Create dreams and
Hope what a
Selfish world this
Would be if
We kept to
Ourselves what we
Saw and felt
Share yourself with
Others multiply
Your hearts into
Many others hearts
We met when
You were but
A prince I
Taught you honor
Trust chivalry horses
Compassion armor and
Armaments protection love
And soon when
I’m gone it
Will be your
Turn to be
Like a king
Beside me you
Lay covered in
White your chocolate
Skin peeking from
Behind like a
Bookmark one shoulder
Showing begging for
Early morning affection
Face turned away
Now turns towards
And lips open
And moisten as
I watch and
Lean in when
At once your
Arms encircle me
Pulling in close
And whispering your
Gaze is a
Traitor to sleep
And you shall
Pay your fine
By kissing me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 