Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Patience

I wish for her to become my beloved, so that the words I'd whisper in her ear would be akin to worship, "unbidden, delirious, and tinged with the bitter." But exultant. and uncontrolled. I wish for her to become my beloved so that I could lose myself in the process and become the immortal poet. But she is still involved with earthly things: therefore, not yet, not yet.

1 Comments:

Blogger The Union said...

Is this who I think it is? Chri...?
--Someone from AA

8:22 PM  

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