Waiting for her


shivering desert sand
in the darkness
before sunrise
Waits for her

waiting is too much
It hurts to think of the warmth
not yet here

It hurts to feel the

l o n e l y   b r e e z e


it was better hours ago
when the sand knew
the waiting would be
lonely and quiet

but now

itching for touch
beneath it’s surface – itchy
without a fingernail to scratch

S h i v e r i n g

without a blanket to pull up
over it’s shoulders

and knowing
just beyond the

dark horizon
Her warmth
Her touch
so painful in his anxious thoughts
painful to want
To wait


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