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With the fervor of a drunk scanning the sidewalk for coins
Outside a liquor store;
With the rapture of new faith a novitiate nurtures
Prostrate before the cross;
With the wistful hope of a childs' eyes skyward
Christmas Eve;
I await your love.
Holding the small change of hope
Tightly in the clutched fingers
Of my heart
Searching the horizon for omens
That might shore up my unbelieving psyche,
and
Brace the too-tender part of me that fears you,
I await your love.
Oh so delicately
I mine you
Digging Care
Fully
Sifting through the ochre dust of your broken dreams
To spy that one great shimmering, sparkling nugget
That will alter both our fortunes
Praying not to find mica instead.
Like a ballerina waiting for the overture
The moment she will chenez across the stage
Dazzling the audience with the curve of her arches
The line of her extended and open arms
Rising to her fullest grace,
Like this
I await your love.
Like a salty sailor too long out at fishing
Joyous to see home port once more
Thirsty for cool , clear water
To soothe his parched and weary throat
Too long crying over the gulls' nagging squalls,
Like this,
I await your love.
Junkies need their heroin.
The homeless need a roof.
The starving need their daily bread.
Children need to be held and comforted.
Animals need human kindness.
Burdened souls need understanding arms to wrap them.
The sick need their medicine,
The crazy need their dreams,
The dying need their death.
And I need your love.
No less essential than those,
I need your love.
Like trees dancing in the wind around me
And the ocean close by, whispering through the rush of frothy waves,
I need your love.
I just plain
Need
Your
Love
And I don't know quite what to do about it.
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