And so I
Kissed someone else
And I knew
Right then that
My lips missed
Yours it wasn’t
The same we
Butted and didn’t
Bled we were
Coarse and rough
Like two rocks
Rubbing against each
Other rather than
Waves that quietly
An easily washed
Upon the shore
It is said
That when you
Taste something that
You get used
To its flavor
Two minutes later
Not so with
Your kisses I
Never ever never
Got used to
Them which is
Why I miss
Them so today
You haunt me
Like my favorite
Character of the
Novel I just
Finished that never
Got to marry
His own princess
Like the patient
Dog under the
Table waiting for
The bone to
Be offered and
Watching it thrown
To the wolves
Maybe they both
Think there’s always
The next time
The best chili
Is the chili
Prepared one day
And ate the
Next there’s something
About waiting that
Doubles its flavor
It steeps thickens
And deepens color
Parts just disappear
Until they land
Yet once again
And that mmmmm
That’s you too
My old friends
And today perhaps
Perhaps just today
Your miracle happens
If I were
An Angel and
Could grant your
Wish I certainly
Would but like
So many others
I’m a demon
Looking for my
Own salvation in
This crippling world
Of abject damnation
Writing this I
Pray that you
Are blessed by
Yours long before
I’m given mine
For that is
The closest thing
To a miracle
I can muster
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 