Dedicated to someone who cares enough
to ask questions.
Let Nina Simone play,
while squared espresso cups
send steam up
to meet the wind.
I think I can waltz
with myself and the mirror,
at least.
Crisp sheets beckon,
my fingers as good a lover
as any.
New mountains outside
unfamiliar windows
call
And I, for one,
can wait..
letting tension for satisfaction
build.
You’ll come someday
and I,
for one,
won’t be waiting.
I’ve steep paths to climb
with bold skies overhead.
Feel free to join me,
but make it interesting-
I keep a fast pace and
I won’t be waiting.