The Wait
Love blooms in the desert, something like thistle tempered in the wind, which chooses to blossom in season despite the tempest that has visited, shaking its roots year upon year.
Love blooms, never doubting for long that the river which carries its counterpart is surely on the way.
We are one in our plight, together for the journey, toughened by the fight, yet steadfast, forever burning and yearning for what the sweet future holds.
We are and have been kissed by hope. And now we are
Alive and ready.
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What Will Be
Sometimes I just wanted to be held
And wasn't it your arms I've waited for all these years
Seeds of love and affection held back and stored up, for one, have taken root
And this affection for you is swelling still,
Swimming around inside my casket of dreams
Rattling the dust,
Loosening the cage,
Awakening new life forms within...
Ones that I cannot see nor define, but can feel moving.
I have no option but to let gestation run its course
To see what will be born of this
To see if you will lend me your arms, if you will share my heartbeat
Because sometimes I just want to take hold
And wasn't it my arms you've waited for all these years?
Seeds of love and affection held back and stored up for you still taking root
And my affection enlarging around you still
Closing in, rattling your dust,
Loosening your cage,
Breaking through to form new life around your crib of dreams
As it awakens a new chapter of longing for us
One that you can see and read but one that I cannot interpret apart
From you.
So as realization runs its course
And as I wait for you
To take my arms, share your heartbeat
I wait to see and learn
What will be born of you, me--Us
Written: May 13, 2016
Amended: April 14, 2017
