I awoke to the
moon disappearing ever so
slowly into the folds
of the soft pillows
sleeping next to me
I landed there softly
with fingers quietly touching
the celestial landscape the
high ridges of brow
slipping down into the
soundly sleeping crescent eyes
and down into my
lunula’s hollow of mouth
when at once turning
slowly away from me
my moon which shone
has now turned new
Category: Romance
IFox
I remember or imagine
I’m not sure which
because the agony of
its missing is similar
this anguish often bleeds
like watercolors one into
the next this longing
for and also if
if we had and
also if we will
it’s delicate this dance
between past and future
but does very little
to release the gripping
grief of this present
I am thus caught
like a fox between
the hounds and hunters
IntrigueVsInterest
Intrigue and interest
are two words
associated with attraction
but what do
they actually mean
imagine a dog
on a walk
the snap of
a branch surely
catches his attention
ears perk up
whereas a rustling
and a scent
something to follow
draws him closer
intrigue is the
invitation the curiosity
and the arousal
interest is the
snare the trap
that’s now sprung
with you your
eyes and smile
are my intrigue
and your arms
and lips are
my ultimate interest
OverNight
When first you
spent the night
I didn’t sleep
oh you did
as comfortable as
a bear in
a den at
winter’s own beginning
but I lay
awake assigned patrol
keeping guard defending
against your nightmares
who goes there
at the ready
but last night
I finally did
sleep content in
the sound of
your breathing like
that of oars
breaking calm water
taking taking me
out to sea
ISee
When I see
what I see
where I see
how I see
I then know
why I see
when I see
what I see
where I see
how I see
you sleeping there
then I see
that I see
there I see
now I see
me there too
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 