1.
Waiting
for handwritten notes
to be gently placed
into the palm
of my tiny hand.
2.
Waiting
for your poems
like a drug addict
in the depths
of the need.
3.
Waiting
for your inspiration
to take full control
of my thoughts
and leave behind
my car
in an abandoned parking lot
to find your crumbs.
4.
Waiting
for nothing to happen
but Silence
as my mind
reads yours
through distance and time
along
graveled 1920’s train tracks.
5.
Waiting
to be divided
by a doorway
stepped on clothes
as you fling
my body across
your shoulder
and spank my naked ass.
6.
Waiting
for the breakdown
to pass
but you must know
how I can breathe
freely
underwater
like a true mermaid.
7.
Waiting
to create
sensual art
with your fingers
as brushstrokes
and my body
your blank canvas.
8.
Waiting
to be undressed
slowly
and
thoughtfully
by your picture
smooth hands
clasping the wheel.
9.
Waiting
on years
and decades
for something
so romantic
candles and ghosts
will feel.
10.
Waiting
for old poetry lines
and lovers
to burn
as others can’t
compare
to the desire
in our lair.
11.
Waiting
for the cold snap
to pass
and the heat
from within
to bring you closer
to my wanting love.
12.
Waiting
is my secret
in peace
as a comfort
to my thousand year old soul
that knows yours so well.
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Thank you. Curtsy.
my thousand year old soul can relate so well. beautifully written and expertly expressed.
Thank you. Appreciate that & your visit.
Watching
bare trees
expecting buds
blossoms
transforming hues
falling rainbows
in January
Lovely
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thank you so much. x humbled
Thank you