In Hawaii
my home
is built on
stilts and
overlooks
a canyon of
houses
trees of leafy
green overgrow
gardens all
wild now like
animals
the street lamps
like orange
pearls dot
darkness
the breeze
is smooth
like custard
Category: Growing Up
Breakfast
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
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.
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
Nostalgia
I cast a net
into my memory
looking for the
school of nostalgia
of my lover
they shimmer silver
dart back and forth
teasing me making
hunger grow
I strike
quickly at the nearest
yesterday the day before
I lunge into the cluster
opening my mind
to the far past
and find a party
we went to
two summers
ago
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 