I wonder why
You kiss others
Is it because
I’m not there
Do they look
At you like
I do straight
Into your eyes
Like I’m staring
Down a charging
Rhinoceros stopping you
In your tracks
Or do they
Look down or
Over or behind
Like they’re trying
To decide whether
To try you
On before buying
Or is it
That I’m too
Much I cherish
Too much I
Treasure too much
When sometimes you
Just want to
Be a commodity
Casually bought and
As quickly traded
For someone else
Sex is sex
Sex as verbs
Not as nouns
Casual sex or
Hookup sex seems
To be centered
Around a destination
Sometimes you get
There together and
Sometimes one of
You is delayed
But love making
Love making is
An adventure a
Journey where delays
And cancelations cause
Side trips and
Day trips and
All other kinds
Of playful exploration
To me there’s
Nothing worse than
Simply getting somewhere
When the getting
Somewhere is usually
The best part
What is possible
Is almost always
Certainly never probable
That is what
Dreams are for
They carry us
Beyond the real
Beyond the now
Into a place
Called simply maybe
It is there
In that place
Let me live
There in maybeland
Where the possible
Becomes the probable
At first I
Thought that we
We were just
Two knickknacks collected
On a whim
Just things from
Somewhere else placed
Here to remember
A bygone time
Obviously different yet
Strikingly similar we
Hold a place
One of memory
Until today when
Hands repositioned us
You over there
And me here
Closer than before
Complimenting each other
As we hold
The world between
Us as bookends
We must grow
Together and not
Apart and that
My dear boy
Is the essence
Of a relationship
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 