every waking moment

i'm nail biting nervous again.
this time it might be okay.
i wait for him to say the words
that could send this happy new world
crashing down.
but i don't think he will.
because this time it's our kitchen.
and he's been feeling, too.
he doesn't have to think to feel
and it's scaring him.
i plan thanksgiving
and scare myself.
he's inside me, every thought.
and brings me with him where he goes.
toward a common ground
where communication and feeling
are the only requirements.
and he is beautiful.
and i feel myself caring more
with every waking moment.
and want it more
every waking moment.

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