Thursday, January 22, 2009
waiting
waiting, wrenched by your silhouette
torn down limb by limb, pride and ego
vanity crumbles and laying bare
a carmel hand scratches the surface skin of a white world.
a tugging of accents at my ear
screeching to a halt,
flowing in harmony with another
that would like to understand me.
against tides too big I throw my body
and throw deceptive glances
that catch in the diamonds that hold the sun captive in water.
there is hope there, and promise.
it needs time to come to fruition, so I float,
and decide to wait.
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