Tired of Waiting

Hello.

Didn't I see you standing at the back of the line, alone?

You were afraid.

Didn't you look away when I tried to see your eyes?

I was afraid, too. I still am.

 

If I came to you, if I came to conquer you,

Would you let me?

Would you stand still, or would you urge me on?

Would you resist, or would you conquer me instead?

Would I be your tool? Would you be mine? Would it matter?

Are we supposed to know what love is?

 

Questions.

 

Answers?

 

I see your arms, there to take me in, to hold me.

I see your mouth, your lips, to kiss, to sing, to shout, to smile.

I see your flesh, your blood, your heart beating with heat and life.

Does it matter if I can't so clearly see your soul?

Can you see mine?

 

Hello.

This is an awfully long line. I don't think either one of us wants to

wait

alone.

I don't know if either one of us can.

 

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