A book of poetry. These are my words, written about love, desire, romance, heartbreak, and all the feelings in between. My thoughts don't have to be spoken to be known.
A work in progress.
love means waiting an inordinate amount of waiting, it seems when we first started talking I didn't wait at all -- he did and I thought it was sweet that he had a crush on me I smiled when he asked for photos or watched from across the room how cute, I used to think!
But playful amusement slowly turned into ceaseless cravings and we waited for each other to make the first move a discreet photo, or an unspoken innuendo our bodies yearning for our minds to stop stalling to finally succumb temptation born out of an overwhelming desire
From then on we stood closer, sat nearer pulled by an invisible magnetic force the constant velocity of our attraction hurried all leading up to a moment that was long overdue and when he first touched me that day my breath stopped.
That was the start of something which spun out of control and I waited for him to touch me again not knowing that guilt turned to shame turned to agony the forces of nature now repelling our energy until it crashed and I was left weeping lamenting over halcyon days
But we were two souls who were destined to join so I waited for him to return and on a hot summer day, out of the blue his cloud lifted those agonizing weeks dissolving like springtime snow And he consumed me Reducing me to a fragile fractal
With a ravishing intensity, we began a momentum of impulsive kisses and impassioned embraces though he pushes and pulls with an indecisive intention our fate was sealed the moment we met my days are long with longing but I see nothing but him certain his love is imminent and so....I wait.
