it coos, and arches up to hold
me. we comfort each other
in your absence.
sweet love, we wait for you.
it is not sour to taste anymore,
waiting has its own glory, its
own perks of being a bloom
in springtime, and my patience
is not wearing thin.
in my weak moments i doubt your love,
the tide of your eyes and your
intentions. but there is no point.
i burn and ache for you,
and in your own way,
you burn and ache for me.
i lie in my bed, and we comfort each other.
knowing you will return makes waiting all the sweeter.
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