waiting
shadows drifting over naked souls
patience
time rushing through on wings of gold
abide
brush of tears from heaven's gates
hoping
bodies bump then fuse and mate
waiting
always hoping
for the moment of love
caress from above
touch of heart's fire
blood of desire
waiting
for more than a glance
abide
don't take the second chance
patience
the harbor of your soul will come wait
and then two will be one

by Fiona Boru