Once again like
Being tickled by
A funny anecdote
Your messages made
Me giggle like
Buttery chins seen
By early summer
Dandelions and paratroopers
Spinning after being
Blown from spent
Past cat tails
Your words returned
The glee of
My childhood memories
And we met
And made dreams
Buildings and moats
With shovels and
Pails like small
Handed children digging
Into beach sand
Long before growing
Up and sitting
Across from me
As you are
Hands now trace
The love lines
Of each other
And like a
Child on his
First merry-go-round I
Ride the horsey’s
Spying the Golden
Ring life is
To be lived
And to live
Is to love
Ride your ride
Or climb your
Mountain for in
There you will
Find your happiness
Why when men
Admit they like
Men we’re reminded
About Adam and
Eve as though
We don’t know
Love is love
It knows no
Sex or color
It is unblemished
And crystally pure
The greater choice
Isn’t about whom
It is about
That you do
Let us love
Who we wish
And then like
A breeze on
A hot July
Day your message
Came to me
And like the
Moon which glows
In the heavens
It warmed me
Cooly bathing me
And then like
Puppy excited loving
The kisses tickled
My face reminding
Me just how
Silly new found
Affection can be
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 