~ … 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 …
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’ ………