On Waiting
You tell a story.
Beneath it another one is stirring.
We are a tale in the making.
We are hovering between two worlds wondering
where is this taking us?
And are you ready?
And am I?
And have we lived long enough for this meeting?
Where we stand in the sunlight I see
that you know
that I know
where this is leading.
We play some more games
word games,day games, bait
games while we are waiting
for your lips to hover over mine inviting.
The story hung in the parting
My check intercepting
It is not yet time, lover,
It is not yet time.
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