Once when I was
Younger a lover rented
A garret an awful
Hole in the wall
Stuck way up on
A forgotten floor of
A home whose only
View could be seen
From there and from
There the city fanned
Out like a favorite
Bedtime story calling us
To dream the kinds
Of dreams lovers do
There is just something
About delicate jazz chilly
City mornings and coffee
It’s like home here
Wherever here may be
And when you come
Out to me swimming
In my sweatshirt and
Nothing else to kiss
Me and sip mine
And sit across me
I know this much
City jazz morning coffee
Is all the heaven
That I’ll ever need
One of my favorite
Things about loving is
The knowing and understanding
Lovers have a shorthand
They way they touch
Look at each other
The variety of kisses
Always say much more
Than words ever could
So why are poets
Who use words simply
Always the best lovers
Easy because they’re used
To seeing their worlds
And telling of such
With their dancing fingers
I can’t remember lyrics
But I can hum
With the best of
Them I’ve always hummed
In fact I could
Whistle before I talked
There’s something to be
Said there I’ve always
Loved long before I
Understood and that tunes
Are the hearts song
The difference between selfishness
And selflessness is simple
The first is survival
And the second living
When one is selfish
One thinks of oneself
When one is selfless
One only thinks others
Put it another way
Love occurs inside selflessness
And is expressed outwardly
Greed occurs inside selfishness
And is expressed inwardly
To live love out
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 