pantheist


my love will ebb and flow,
just let it come and go,

there are few in this world
who wait for you

and even i have had
my doubts about you,

the rest will come in time.

keep the curtains drawn,
shroud the velvet seam

that i will not dare
to touch just yet,

there are few in this world
who wait for it

and though i have dreamt
wrongly of it,

i am afraid to be a man
again,

i was once and i know
better than

to let it come and go,

(my love)

somedays when
i eroticize

the things i shelter so.

half of you is mine
and the rest will
come in time

but for now a silent
stare shall do,

i opt to be
delightfully remiss,

of what i’d once
been apt to kiss

rather than follow through.

this coital urge that shadows love
is not what you remind me of,

the few in this world
who know to wait,

do so but to ingratiate

a modest girl,

with hook and bait
to dangle near the pearl.

i too am of he
whose fingers
wander absent-mindedly,

across your satin splendor
while my lips
devour thee,

and though i press
against your hips
somewhat impatiently,

the rest will come in time i know,

til then i will just come and go.

(to alicia)




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