I dreamt of meeting
you before meeting you
as we haven’t yet
but it was you
I know it was
You were shyly timid
aware and cautiously kind
we talked and laughed
and didn’t know but
knew there was something
which drew and invited
us inch by inch
closer to each other
oh and there were
sparks like little lightning
bolts that leapt from
fingers to thigh to
hands that tickled us
and then the kiss
which you landed softly
upon my left earlobe
and then your smile
saying silently that maybe
I shouldn’t have but
yet I just did
such a delicate dance
like catching of butterflies
and keeping them ogling
at their tender beauty
Category: Romance
AnchorBalloon
It’s mostly about sex
most everything is nowadays
maybe it’s been that
way for a long
time but I being
a lover still believe
that love is everything
maybe sex and love
are the same things
having now enjoyed each
no I think sex
is like an anchor
keeping you in place
at least until it’s
time to set sail
but love is like
a balloon already on
its way to somewhere
and only ever lands
when it’s gotten there
JustThen
I honestly can’t say
which I like better
sunrise or sunset with
you the day belongs
to others but us
the beginning and end
is only ever reserved
for what we have
it’s the morning for
me night for you
but it’s the kisses
the kind and often
wanton kissing that takes
us both into then
IYouCoffeeToo
I smelled my sunrise
this morning before seeing
its warm rays wafting
from the other room
following the bewitching aroma
I lumbered through rooms
and hallways to discover
my enchanter standing over
a percolator conjuring mysteries
wearing my yesterday’s shirt
approaching from behind him
like a curious vine
wrapping around his back
clinging to his front
I dryly kiss throat
as his head leans
forward and then back
like a scale measuring
the weights of affection
in unison we whispered
I you started this
and yes we did
whether it be coffee
or even this our
own type of dawn
MissMaybe
I miss them all
each one of them
and at night now
I sit in darkness
wondering
I sit in darkness
wondering
when maybe and if
maybe I’ll see another
maybe
I sit in darkness
wondering when maybe where
maybe and if maybe
I will ever stop
missing them like this
wondering
maybe
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 