she asks me for patience
but my heart races
and pounds
beneath my chest.
to my recollection
i have waited centuries —
burning through seasons
beyond number
which have been seared
into memory,
fueled and branded
by a yearning
imperceptibly deeper
than naked
desire.
a holy fire
rages in these veins
and my mind, faced
with the coming culmination
of this race,
searches for escape
from the shards of duty
which have lacerated
my flesh
to the bone.
i’m spent from this journey
and long for home,
my head nestled
between her breasts
and mere millimeters
above the beat
of her forgiving
heart.
