100 Days til You
I wander along blindly nudging each day forward
My secret self whispering to me in broad daylight
of your delicate tender ways to love my body
of your beautiful chiseled face relaxed in sleep
of your voice rumbling across my senses
I fight to concentrate as we speak
As you explain and I appear to listen
to our very adult very urbane conversation
only in public places, where i cannot touch you
carefully placing the words so no one can say
otherwise about us
I long for you particularly in these cold nights
as you remain ensconsced in your vows and promises
your absence from me breaks me down a bit
but i know not what else to do
but wait here, right here
for you
as there will come a time
when this ache is a memory
and you can kiss me and hold my hand
touch my legs and give me that look
and no one will care
about how much you care
for the one who waited a century of days
to be with you
(Love always, d and c)
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