I ache
not longing
and not
even missing
for what
is gone
is gone
but for
new which
has yet
to come
Category: Gay
Intimate (for SweetPea)
And standing
there moist
in towel
you iron
the days
armor as
I sit
sipping watching
wondering knowing
that soon
you will
dress but
in brief
shy interludes
I will
see flesh
that only
the intimate
ever do
Nothing
I keep
looking but
never seeing
that twinkle
of light
upon the
eye of
one that
caught mine
mirroring a
tiny sliver
of Heaven
but now
all I
see is
darkness an
eternity of
no one’s
and nothing
IGuess
I guess
that I
for now
anyway sit
in dark
listening to
Satie remembering
all those
notes that
I used
to play
across the
piano keys
of your
delicate ribs
finally landing
my hand
upon your
chest and
feeling heart
knowing then
you weren’t
a dream
MorningStorm
Imagine if you will
we were laying together
here in my bed
listening to Satie or
Bach and against my
window we hear the
tap tapping of rain
as you turn to
me and I dot
and dash the same
code on your chest
my fingers becoming rain
and your body land
would you move closer
to the storm of
me or pull away
oh I think you
would inch inch inch
nearer and your laughter
would roll from your
lips like thunder claps
heralding love’s morning storm
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 