There we sat
Tiny and frail
As unimportant as
A bug at
The runways end
Or beginning I
Suppose depending upon
Which direction seen
Are we landing
Or taking off
Just the start
Or an end
Yet unlike airplanes
Which thunder overhead
A simple quiet
Kiss on lips
Has taken us
Both someplace else
From somewhere else
Then in your
Eyes I saw
A moment a
Second of hesitation
A pause in
Thought a burp
A hiccup and
Yet you continued
In cautious abandon
And made your
Musical melody live
Skating and sliding
Like leaves on
Thinly iced ponds
And now we
Have quieted like
A kettle taken
Off the boil
Still warm capable
Of steeping but
Silent and simmering
Wondering here what
If anything our
Purpose is was
Except to whistle
Be noticed and
Now sit still
Warm to touch
Waiting waiting waiting
For our chance
To be something
Besides what we
Appear to be
And then from
Across the world
Perhaps the room
Space between us
Came a hello
Formed as wink
Followed by questions
And a tinge
Of laughter which
Tickled all me
We teased and
Joked and admitted
Our subtle attraction
And moved around
Each other like
The sun and
The moon aware
Of the gravity
Of us in
Space seeing each
Other yet never
Really really ever
Able to touch
It was three
Things that invited
Me to you
Your eyes your
Smile and your
Honesty yes by
What you said
But more by
The honesty of
Your smile and
Of your eyes
They speak louder
Than the words
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 