An Unopened Book
Left In Waiting
I anticipate your letters.
I yearn to hear your voice.
I await your next move,
to read your next line.
To hear your next thought,
your next feeling,
next emotion.
I want to hold you,
move your hair away from your face.
I want to feel you hands,
your arms, your breath.
I want to taste your lips.
Oh how sweet of a taste.
But, yet I am still here,
Still anticipating the next line,
word, feeling, emotion.
I am left waiting.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
I yearn to hear your voice.
I await your next move,
to read your next line.
To hear your next thought,
your next feeling,
next emotion.
I want to hold you,
move your hair away from your face.
I want to feel you hands,
your arms, your breath.
I want to taste your lips.
Oh how sweet of a taste.
But, yet I am still here,
Still anticipating the next line,
word, feeling, emotion.
I am left waiting.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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Left In Waiting
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