Like the moon
That inches slowly
Through wooden slats
Like a cat
Prowling before pouncing
The moon beams
Delicately peel the
Browness of your
Skin back like
Your turbulent sleep
Removes the bedsheet
Leaving you ashen
And moving lower
As the moon
Moves higher in
It’s sky eventually
Landing on your
Feet which poke
Free down there
Like a pair
Of wooly mittens
All this as
Satie serenades waft
From hidden speakers
And give me
What I know
Now as beauty
And I sent
You a bear
To remind you
That we are
Together even when
We are not
Cuddles he’s called
Cuddles he gives
We keep meeting
Under the lamplight
Always a lamplight
Sometimes near and
Sometimes far but
Always always there
As though these
Silly lamplights bring
Us together like
Moths dancing about
Each other but
Never ever landing
As though this
Dance that we
Do around this
Inconspicuous lamplight in
Some far off
Borough is what
Brings us together
A smoke and
A laugh a
Hello and touch
And with each
Passing lamplight and
With each passing
Time we remain
Just two moths
Around a lamplight
As if things
Couldn’t get worse
I have come
To learn this
That trying things
Is but one
Third of learning
Things the other
Third is feeling
Things and the
Last third is
Understanding these things
So is the
March of your
Lifetime and lifetimes
With each step
Whether it be
Small or grand
Whether it be
Across a day
Or a lifetime
Or many lifetimes
You’ll always arrive
At the place
Where I am
This second to
Last lifetime the
Lifetime of understanding
And there we
Sat aging gathering
Dust waiting for
Our turn me
In a humidor
And you on
A shelf sometimes
Picked up studied
But always placed
Back to wait
Neither of us
Knowing each other
Until one snowy
December night when
We met you
Silky slightly tart
Hinting of pepper
Easy on tongue
A highland malt
And me robust
Smoky with hints
Of oak and
Acorn a maduro
And finally meeting
On the sideboard
My ash gray
Your bottle half
Empty thoroughly enjoyed
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 