Waiting

just more ramblings...

Like walking a bed of coals, red burning embers,
A fire that burns from the soles of my feet,
up through my legs and into my whole body.
Pins and needles...Waiting for you. A constant

torment... pain and excitement at the

possibility. And it should be... Thats how I spend

the minutes of my days. Oblivious to my world...

except for you.
Your face, your hands, your skin... always just

out of reach in front of me. Your smell

everywhere. Your taste... always on the tip of

my tongue... my lips. Teasing the mind and soul.

Teasing me. Adding weight to the daily trudge.
Like walking in the shallow surf, feeling it push

and pull. Keeping you off balance and weak in

the knees. Feeling that if you dont keep pushing

forward it will knock you down and drown the

life out of you. Drag you to greater waters and

crushing depths. But would I care? Do I really

care if thats the end? It has to be better than

waiting for your touch and breath. A slow

death, rotting and decaying, slipping a step at a

time, dying a tiny bit each day you're gone.

Being killed by an infection... a virus, of my own

creation. A self inflicted leprosy of the soul. It

would have to be better than this. But here I'll be.

Here I'll stay. Awaiting the chance... the possibilities...

the dream...
Waiting, pain and excitement, I'm so tired of

pins and needles.

 

Author's Note

Have at it.