There is this
Moment of ignition
This flare up
Of emotion this
Boiling over of
Thoughts this moment
Of abandon and
Recklessness this moment
That like a
Match strikes with
Purpose like a
Lightening strike right
Here this my
Dear boy is
The passion that
You ask for
Here in morning
I find peace
Rising like the
Sun East it
Grows with time
And covers everything
Like late night
Snow softly and
Slowly blankets landscape
And summer rain
Cools dancing children
Peace is the
Breath of God
And yet again
The skies clear
And the last
Of rain falls
From leaves and
Eaves as diamonds
Hang as raindrops
Off the peonies
While sunlight breaks
Through warming streets
Making them steam
Like old locomotives
This was you
Today for me
On everyone there
A place a
Place rarely touched
That when touched
Unlocks all of
Life’s passions it
Is a place
This place where
Lovers swim languidly
In the cool
Pools of each
Other there they
Find their reflection
For me it’s
Right there six
Inches just south
Of your chin
You asked if
I write love
Ambrosia I breathe
Love like the
Nectar bumblebees dance
About like the
Smell of sweet
Freshly clipped grass
Like the cologne
That hangs as
Men pass by
Like the nothingness
Of fresh snow
Love to me
Is everything and
Also nothing so
Yes I write
Love for there
Is nothing else
To write about
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 