And yet again
The skies clear
And the last
Of rain falls
From leaves and
Eaves as diamonds
Hang as raindrops
Off the peonies
While sunlight breaks
Through warming streets
Making them steam
Like old locomotives
This was you
Today for me
Category: Gay
SweetSpot (for Jay)
On everyone there
A place a
Place rarely touched
That when touched
Unlocks all of
Life’s passions it
Is a place
This place where
Lovers swim languidly
In the cool
Pools of each
Other there they
Find their reflection
For me it’s
Right there six
Inches just south
Of your chin
SoulSong (for Roed)
We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
WritingLove (for Ambrosia)
You asked if
I write love
Ambrosia I breathe
Love like the
Nectar bumblebees dance
About like the
Smell of sweet
Freshly clipped grass
Like the cologne
That hangs as
Men pass by
Like the nothingness
Of fresh snow
Love to me
Is everything and
Also nothing so
Yes I write
Love for there
Is nothing else
To write about
Parasites
And like so
Many days before
These gnats which
Alight on my
Body biting sucking
Irritate me I
Find a pool
Of mud in
Which to dive
Keeping these parasites
Finally at bay
This is love
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 