It’s when
I touch
my lips
to cup
over rim
I spy
you doing
the same
delicate thing
to yours
to me
eyes lock
soon kisses
will too
lingering with
the tea
on tongue
Category: Gay
LaterNow
Day started
early earlier
without you
and now
now still
late later
without you
not knowing
knowing what
if anything
to do
with this
later now
Drift(s)(ing)
And you
like woods
and my
fingers falling
like snow
I land
upon limbs
covering them
in lightest
layers of
quiet affection
shifting now
back to
side my
snow blows
from head
to toe
SnowGlobe
And I
sitting here
and you
sitting there
each watching
it snow
and wondering
what if
we were
just maybe
two lovers
in a
snow globe
of our
own making
Silhouette
It snowed
last night
windows bright
with reflection
and you
sleeping here
my very
own winter
silhouette fashioned
from the
light outside
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 