The what we
Are is less
Important than who
Labels schmabels it
Doesn’t really matter
Some things have
No words defining
Them the feeling
Of an icy
Cold drink on
A sultry afternoon
Or a piping
Hot bowl of
Chowder on a
Frigid stormy night
These like us
Are simply called
Oooo’s ahhhh’s uhmm’s
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
Finally when all
The other presents
Have been opened
A small package
Is found tucked
Behind the lowest
Bough not the
Prettiest or the
Biggest not the
One that screams
Here I am
But the one
Like a seashell
Contains the sounds
Of the ocean
Unwrap me you
Did and upon
Peeking inside you
Found my heart
Beating there slowly
For it is
The last present
There to open
And touch me
You have without
Touch instead with
Time spending hours
Talking and knowing
Like friends tomorrow
We will meet
And put body
To emotion like
When we are
Born our already
Soul finally enters
It’s new body
These words trip
And fall cascading
Down my fingers
Like a Rocky
Mountain stream into
The pool that
You are where
They swim on
Your eyes as
Languidly as teenagers
Skinny dipping in
Moon lit ponds
Swim with me
Here splash about
Giddy with joy
Dunk your head
Under and rise
Refreshed for you
Now are my
Words my inspiration
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 