Gosh you’re beautiful to
Me most mornings I
Think that I’m waking
Up in the studio
Of Michelangelo or Rodin
On some divan staring
At his latest model
I run my hand
Across your obsidian flank
Tracing like a child
Staying within the lines
Over and down like
A sled filled with
Curiosity only to land
Amidst the trees of
Eyelashes which shake and
Drop their own sleepiness
Finally lips meeting mine
Tasting the cool crispness
Of my Alpine stream
Category: Relationships
HowIKnow
How I know that
I do love you
I see me in
You in your eyes
And in your smile
I see me in
How you look at
Me I worry about
You knowing that you
Are worrying about me
I think about you
When I’m not thinking
About anything else I
Wonder about you where
And when and if
How do I know
That I love you
Because it’s all that
I have ever known
Ever truly ever known
HollowMelody
What is it about
Soft morning jazz that
Plucks at my heart
Like a harp maybe
It’s because when last
I heard this you
Were here and now
Well you are not
And what was before
Our soundtrack is now
But a hollow melody
Mercenary
I have discovered that
Loyalty means more than
Anything else to me
But men or men’s
Eyes wander quickly followed
By their hands lips
And promises so go
I do for you see
I am a mercenary
Of love battling loneliness
Else’sElse
The problem with us
Meeting there not here
Is that there isn’t
Either you or I
It’s someone else’s else
Here is where I
Am and you’re there
Where you are and
Well that other place
Isn’t either of us
So how can we
Possibly be us in
A place that’s neither
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 