The day starts
Here sleepy like
A dewy pasture
In Wisconsin full
Of calling birds
Lovers stir slowly
Like cream in
A hot cup
Of coffee being
Absorbed in my
Arms like a
Letter in envelope
Music begins to
Play in the
Flat next to
Me caressing my
Ears like your
Fingers did outside
That cafe in
Barcelona when you
Told me that
You loved me
Good morning I
Whispered into your
Beard like I
Was talking to
My teddy bear
As a child
Reaching under the
Blanket for your
Chest like I
Did when I
Touched that hairy
Bigger than me
Port Washington dog
Feeling you stir
Turning towards me
Like that malestorm
Discovered in the
Rocky River pulling
Me slowly deliciously
Into and down
Submerging in you
This quiet and
Sleepy new day
And your message
This morning arrived
As sweetly as
You lifting the
Covers and letting
My cold body
Snuggle up behind
You your heat
Warming me slowly
No flash fire
But rather the
Slow and quiet
Intimacy shared while
Telling secrets and
Ghost stories around
A failing bonfire
On that night
In Wyoming canyons
Do you remember
The day starts
Sweetly like that
First lick of
An ice-cream on
A humid afternoon
Full of surprise
Like the first
Kiss as a
Teenager quiet like
Morning mass at
The towns church
And bubbly like
That first kick
Of coffee held
Between cold hands
Today I am
Happy like a
Child grasping his
First A marked
Test knowing that
The cramming study
Of your body
Last night has
Brought to me
You this morning
The day starts
Dark with passing
Car lights shattering
My room like
Searchers flashlights looking
Familiar music plays
Like calming lullabies
Soothing the remnants
Of bad dreams
Messages from far
Off friends litter
My phone like
Smoke signals seen
On far off
Mountains reminding me
That I’m not
Alone this morning
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 