No Scoot

There isn’t a lack of words between us

Thoughtful intermissions

Moving along deep breath by soft breath

Growing our mental gardens in peace

Yearnings and cravings under control

Until dinner time, until you are mine, until we can find, a place meant for blessed conversation

I wait

Until you call ready for my hands.

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