The loom

by rebecah   Dec 23, 2006


To desire a boy
content with looking
but wanting more
then times past
hoping for different
while expecting the worst
waiting for signs
talking through looks
intense conversations
none involving words
feet on the move
minds pondering the end
knowing it has begun
excited for the rest
wanting to tough
your lips to theirs
letting him
be first to move
anticipating
every second till
there is fun
in every moment
silent or loud
you have the most.

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