~ … Yes, as I wait … ~

~ … Yes, as I wait … ~

Rice paddies waiting for some more rain,

Hulling is in fate of spikelets, but when?

Wheat berries longing for sanguinity, too,

Lad desires a red-headed belle, to woo ..

Clouds tugging on sun, to get a tad fluffy,

A wench wrapping in, for eyes so grubby,

Tossed buns sighing for one baked patty,

Thirst thirsting for a keg of chilled Natty,

Candle wick, tout, teases the blue flame,

Oil lamp one, glass-veiled, a coy dame ..

Braided, clipped, wired … Oh, they wait,

Wait for the eve’ breeze, to kindle, to mate …

Floats with every soul,

A feather light knoll … of a lingering wait …

Saddled up, but not taken for a home ride,  

Heart gallops so, with every flapping tide …

“Indeed” …

Igniting, taking a drag from my fresh weed,

“Wait is torturous, brings anguish”, I’d coo,

On this side of the abyss, as I’d wait for you,

For a sinned but timeless, virtuous confluence,

Thus … for forever … an ‘indulgence’ ………