And ‘Ti’s the
Season when there
Stands in the
Corner or window
A memory thing
Decorated with lights
And balls sometimes
Popcorn and cranberries
Or candles candy
And kitsch it
Sits quietly absent
Of fanfare given
To royalty surrounded
By baubles trinkets
Toys all surprising
I simply stare
Watching the lights
Dance and bounce
Me surrounded by
Loved ones both
Past and present
This the long
Awaited time of
The Christmas tree
And like an
Eyelash delicately swept
Away by my
Finger and like
A dew drop
Bouncing from the
Leaf to petal
To ground and
Like the first
Snowflake landing upon
My outstretched tongue
And still like
The last auburn
Maple leaf that
Falls on a
Forest floor my
Kisses find my
Way from face
To foot these
Are the piquitos
Of my desire
For only you
Your skin is
The color of
Roasted hickory your
Eyes like chocolate morsels
And just as
Sweet your smile
A keyboard of
Ivory your belly
Rises to the
Mountain of chest
Giving way to
Cliffs of shoulders
Your arms and
Legs long like
Cane fishing poles
And your lips
Soft like the
Inside of a
Rose petal this
Is how I
Remember only you
I watch seasons
Turn I have
Seen the blossoms
Of spring slowly
Pop into summer
And the late
Fall winds carry
Leaves to winters
Carpet I have
Caught snowflakes
On my tongue
And built snowmen
With their siblings
I’ve witnessed springs
Warmth melt the
Dead of winter
Into slippery slush
And rarely been
Surprised until I
Stumbled across you
A new season
And then he
Shone in the
East like that
One lone star
Leading me to
This a place
Where a simple
Hello unlocked
Unbuttoned unsnapped unveiled
Me to another
I talked to
You about nakedness
And now I
Stand here exposed
Wondering when the
Laughter will start
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 