Love Can Wait

Night falls, and my urgent need of you rises,

Tremendous senses plié and ply their best,

Binding me tightly,

To thoughts that launch themselves,

Propelled by wishing and longing,

Aimed overhead and soaring to planes beyond,

Consciousness, comprehension, and sanity,

In their ballet that plays to a crowd of me,

And I dream of the gathering of memories,

That you have guaranteed to me vaguely,

In the implied promises that romance begets,

Through innuendo, and lifelong requests,

And I wait.

Drenching myself in goose-downed armor,

I hold tightly to the calmer side of this problem,

The paradox of clinging to passion,

For all of the suffering that it brings,

Or the release of expectation for the peace,

While my heart begs to be freed for the moment,

I dare not look away from the images painted,

On the canvas of my reticence,

Regardless of their well-known agony,

The idea of sitting idle under pressure and pretense,

Pretending to revel in the missing,

Yet, I wait.

While whale-sized worry invites me to waver,

Between feigning patience and being realistic,

I batten hatches that when breached release,

Pledges of promise and keeping that in your presence,

Will be in rhythm with the treaties,

We sweetly pour over the crown of each other’s brow,

Nectar of fruit stolen from gardens that seem to be,

But are not,

And I know that you feel this same missing,

But tonight, it is mine that stops my breathing,

Between thoughts,

Inviting me to rise and find something else,

To occupy my life at a lesser level,

Freeing me to face simpler things,

And I wait.

The foreshadowing of amor,

Lures me into emotional traps,

That secure me in surreal surroundings,

That offer no solace to a heart aching,

For your touch,

And the very thought of you,

Laying here with me,

Holding helplessly to my heart,

Invites more of me to surrender,

And for this moment is enough,

To hold me over for an untold time,

So, I wait.