Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Fear

Where are you?
I sit and wait.
Wait to see, to hear,
to touch, to feel.

I wait for bristles on cheeks
and hands on hips.

I wait for eyes meeting eyes
and flesh meeting fingertips.

I wait for a sound,
for a rush of air.

I wait to look up,
but you're still not there.

1 comment:

  1. that is unbelievable. i love it.
    am going to put it on my desktop.