And in the morning
Coffee in hand I
Crawl back in beside
And watch as the
Morning sun creeps like
A caterpillar up sheets
And lands on lids
Which flutter like butterflies
Showing me your eyes
Sleepy and darkly rich
Deep brown satellites hovering
And focusing on me
And then on coffee
First comes the kiss
And then the sip
On this our morning
Our friendship has changed
Once comforting like granola
Bathed in steamed milk
Then deep like rich
Dark soil in which
We planted our delicate
Dreams to the cotton
Candy of our crush
To the tentative touch
Of curious fingers entwined
Finally to storms passion
Drenching everything in the
Rain of desires hunger
And finally back to
The quiet beginning wondering
Just what exactly happened
Like waking from dreams
Confusion full of innocent
Chagrin and cautious glances
Asking where to now
As I lay here
Moving my hand slowly
Following the suns path
As it creeps quietly
From foot to calf
And up your thigh
To the ribbed cliffs
And your alpine chest
Past your mouths pool
Finally on your eyes
Giving my morning lips
Their own landing pad
Good sunrise my sweet
Okay we shared
Something maybe lots
Of some things
We dined upon
The table that
We are tasted
The forbidden fruits
And they were
Succulent and delicious
And deeply satisfying
And when finished
We pushed away
And went back
To our lives
And whatever we
Do call it
There’s one thing
We can’t deny
We’d dine there
Again because it
Was so good
Why must we
Always label things
It is said
So that we
Create our world
A child sees
Points and says
Dada and mama
And even now
We enjoy someone
And still point
And still say
Boyfriend or lover
Partner or husband
But did God
Upon seeing creation
Point and say
Looky there galaxies
And the stars
And everything else
Or did He
Sit back saying
Wow isn’t that
Just simply marvelous
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 