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
And once again
What I thought
Was progress was
Simply an editor’s
Error the word
You hung on
Me until I
Turned the page
Then you disappeared
Into an elipse
Like oh so
Many many others
Like almost and
Sort of and
Mostly like all
My others our
First kiss mislanded
Like a parachutist
Flying into trees
My lips fell
Off target half
Lips half cheek
Embarrassed asking for
Another I climbed
Into my plane
Of nerves and
Jumped again this
Time landing squarely
On those full
Succulent soft lips
Nervous like a
Hatchling about to
Leap we met
And over wings
And beer we
Laughed told stories
And oh yes
Kissed just thrice
Softness and moist
Time stopped then
In that place
And while others
Saw they cheered
In their own
Quiet way like
That mother bird
Applauds hatchling takeoff
Just like rain
That fell on
Drought crops or
Late winter snows
Blanket brown grass
Your teasing and
Laughter brought me
Back to life
When I was
On my knees
You reached down
And helped me
To my feet
Showing me rainbows
I’m living now
More than ever
Fresh air in
And bad out
Like a billow
To a dying
Fire you brought
Me to life
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 