A simple photograph
haunts me now
of some forgotten
man it whispers
here I am
like a cricket
he is calling
come find me
like a squeak
I look everywhere
and under everything
I try closets
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs
no one’s there
does he exist
certain he does
dropping into chair
I trace fingers
across the photograph
my fingers remember
that which my
mind now cannot
Category: Romance
Boys (to Gabe)
And then there
was Gabe the
one who saw
me and I
him we as
men who love
men are only
ever lucky when
we meet a
guy who sees
the boy when
everyone else only
sees the man
find that guy
and spend as
much time as
you possibly can
just being boys
Comforter
I feel sleepy
a little foggy
kind of detached
come this way
open your arms
and let me
weave my way
slowly into you
covering up myself
with the blanket
that you are
LoverLife
Laying here talking
I remind you
and myself that
thinking is good
doing is better
I’m thinking now
about kissing you
but you’d rather
that I do
than just think
you’re thinking about
moving into me
I’d rather that
you do that
than stay over
thinking about it
life is nothing
if not about
lovers for lovers
do having thought
about doing long
long before now
Genie
Had I
only wished
you then
here you’d
never be
wishes come
and go
like late
night men
like clouds
they gather
and clash
causing thunder
and rain
their desire
once done
they sail
away repeating
this with
someone else
but you
I wanted
and conjured
my very
own genie
keep your
wishes for
it’s you
I want
not them
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 