Waiting

WAITING

He sits, waits, strums, taps to an imaginary beat
waits patiently till she arrives
goes about his day
and waits
because he knows she will be there
of that he is certain

and all the time she wonders,
all day she wonders,
does he even know
how she cares
her dreams, her desires

Thoughts of him,
the sound and look of him
 consume her
surround her
confuse her

Unbidden images flood her mind and grasp her insides
squeezing them tight; too tight
drawing down, down, down
to her secret place
fantasies she daren’t speak aloud

And still he waits
he is there and she will come
he knows
he knows but is afraid to know
deep in his heart he knows

And he feels the same

That is why he waits….

 

Aug 03/2009


Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 8/4/2009 11:30:30 AM
I guess what you're trying to say is that they're on different wavelengths.

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