Imagine if you will
we were laying together
here in my bed
listening to Satie or
Bach and against my
window we hear the
tap tapping of rain
as you turn to
me and I dot
and dash the same
code on your chest
my fingers becoming rain
and your body land
would you move closer
to the storm of
me or pull away
oh I think you
would inch inch inch
nearer and your laughter
would roll from your
lips like thunder claps
heralding love’s morning storm
Category: Morning
IYouCoffeeToo
I smelled my sunrise
this morning before seeing
its warm rays wafting
from the other room
following the bewitching aroma
I lumbered through rooms
and hallways to discover
my enchanter standing over
a percolator conjuring mysteries
wearing my yesterday’s shirt
approaching from behind him
like a curious vine
wrapping around his back
clinging to his front
I dryly kiss throat
as his head leans
forward and then back
like a scale measuring
the weights of affection
in unison we whispered
I you started this
and yes we did
whether it be coffee
or even this our
own type of dawn
Sunrise
I always sneak away
quietly like a cat
conscious to not disturb
you there sleeping slithering
like a snake belly
down so as not
to awaken you lumbering
across cold floors like
the last drunk in
the bar to start
the coffee when I
hear you move and
call knowing that you’re
wondering and then knowing
what is coming next
your smile and kiss
are sunrise to me
Morn’n
Even now this early
as the sky lightens
ever so slowly from
black to slightly blue
like I am a
whale rising from the
deep that blue that
painful bruise blue happens
for just a minute
until that blue becomes
a different blue and
then that turns to
something else just like
my morning kiss with
you starts one place
and always ends another
Lightning
From my bedroom window
I can see lightning
flash above the mountains
like the paparazzi cordoned
off from the celebrities
hoping to catch a
glimpse of their chagrin
having been caught unaware
popping off like proud
parents at bad concerts
and embarrassing bat/bar mitzvahs
the dance of lights
like winks across a
room of strangers sent
by one received by
another some land quietly
while others strike and
ignite interest and passion
a brush fire moving
from eye to stomach
to loin causing flush
and dreams of desire
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 