Breakfast
is served
entwined
in cotton and
bathed in
sunlight
first course
is your shoulder
poking through
meringue
second is
your torso
bronzed
bathing in early
morning sun
sliced by wafting
sheers
dessert
is a sweet
surprise
from the
south
Category: First Love
Stephen
Long ago
fondness
prompts
me to
think
about memories
dog-eared
and yellow
they crumble
now into an
ashy pool
he was
my first lover
longing ache
I recall
like a god
an idol
I worshipped
memorizing
him
Bones II
I hear
his bones
at night
We’ve aged
like bourbon
grown old and
brown and smooth
we swallow the other
and taste wisdom
and lost innocence
I hear
his bones
at night
a quiet calipso
of age he turns
to me
even his
smile cracks.
Bones
The bones
of his
hand
is where
I draw
my fingers
atop peaks
and below
to skinny
valleys
The bones
of your
hip fall
below your
stomach
as my fingers
dance atop
bone there
Moving
your body
I feel your
bones glide
beneath skin
as you press
against mine
Let Me Be
I leave
tomorrow
tonight let
me be
your blanket
your hands
and hips
your face
and lips
let me be
your shadowy
eyes and
your sweaty
brow
let me be
your dreams
and your dawn
I leave
tomorrow
let me be today
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 