Okay I ended up hating that poem. So I tried again.
Waiting Again
Where’s your word of explanation?
Tongue as jealous as death!
Holding back your last breath
Must I throw my arms in frustration?
Merely dreaming of you?
Warm as pulse, kiss like glue
Golden love from bee’s gestation.
Where’s your gift of loving respect?
I set down verbal cages
Pretty traps—please engage them!
Must I search your silvery aspect
But to glance a mere lance
Of moonlay by chance
And bottle the secret like an insect?
Where’s your return, to reclaim the stolen?
Your words dance in my hand
Like spit in a pan
Must I pretend that your silence is golden,
Your trace pains the prison
Like silent derision
Depth’s breath strives high for heaven’s devotion.
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Perfection
Is
Easy
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