Now rather than
wishing I’m wanting
having finally figured
out the who
I have found
that wishing entertains
while wanting determines
it’s as though
I now see
what is possible
like switching on
satellites to scan
my little universe
and now uttering
oh and ah
and I wonder
if and might
wanting is one
step closer to
having and miles
away from wishing
Category: Gay
Throat
The throat
more than
just pillar
atop which
sits Venus
connects that
which I
tickle to
that which
I hold
and there
is where
I land
moist whispers
and like
a drawbridge
sometimes keeping
in and
sometimes letting
out allies
and adversaries
Pattern
One leg two
woven they are
together like threads
from different mills
one deeply dark
the other light
crisscrossing the loom
our bed is
at once atop
and then below
creating a pattern
this heavenly print
only ever seen
from high above
by the angels
Wings
I like a
hatchling discovering wings
I know not
what they do
these strange things
they do something
that I’m certain
but just what
I know not
like my lips
for they sit
and have sat
on my face
but until yours
they didn’t know
and as the
wind is to
wings so are
your lips mine
Pond
There are
some things
that I
want to
talk about
but their
mere thought
are boulders
dropping into
an otherwise
sanguine pond
disrupting even
those things
thought invincible
it’s best
me thinks
to be
the boulder
and let
it remain
where it
has landed
I pond
will recover
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 