Standing beside, outside

And so it begins,
The parched wait, nettling and chafe
My stance shifts from pleased to sullen
My tongue silenced by a bite once unsafe
A longing begins, slow, sour, seeping
It pulses, it fades, hot then icy, stabbing my skin
It rushes in to drown me, then recedes
It weighs on me, exhausting, a phantom limb
You turn away, for now unseeing
You pull in your expansiveness, petulant and taut
Even close, for you there will be no reaching
“Please” all of you whispers, “I cannot risk to unravel, unknot”
And so it understood
I retreat. This you will finish on your own
I seige my thoughts, quell my doubts, stand viligent
And when all is vindicated, I will gather you up and carry you home.
,

second sight

 

I find you
In the dark dreaming,  when I should be sleeping
You are restless, unsettled
Almost lost, repeating you will find a way for keeping
I feel you
Prickly, discouraged…truly fearful, clearly fretting
And I try to soothe you
But I am uncertain if this is a choice you are letting
I wait you
Ever patient, purposeful…unyielding and steadfast
Merely a mortal I realize my reason
I could value no man better, be blessed a greater gift to task
I love you
Deliberate, unhurried..my miraculous stroke of fate
My arms open and waiting
Will draw you in, grant you respite…resonate