Waiting...

You are there waiting, dangling on a gate

Vexing ineptness and testing my will

Oh, how I want you but you wait until

Passion and pleasure and pain culminate

Oft I have felt you, presence without form

Just as the wind whispers in the wild beech

You tease the air where my thought cannot reach

Rousing within me a smoldering storm

You are a counselor, you are a gasp

You are a lion restrained in a cage

You are a tear on an empty page

Translucent vision evading my grasp

Far from my touch how you torture my breast

Vague compositions of gossamer gray

Oh, I have held you as you slipped away

Come to me now so at last I may rest

Somewhere out there where the dark and the light

Vie for the sky you remain, bittersweet

Wafting until thought and fingertips meet

You are The Poem I’m waiting to write

© Janet Martin