donner un bisous

14/3/07

I, in abeyance
stationary with restraint.
You, visionary of imagination,
perfection had to be patient.

plans drawn, hands prepared,
but held back expectantly.
excitement and anticipation,
perfection had to be patient.

naked feet, wet shirts,
elegant shoulders exposed to the sun,
awaiting the horizon set,
perfection had to be patient.

a drop of cold, and many
light and yet heavy,
their touch delicate and sensitive,
perfection had to be patient.

nervous with expectancy,
pulse governed by impulse.
erratic within, but calm as snow,
a taste of perfection that had been patient.

~ by siphon on February 12, 2009.