waiting -waiting waiting

[sweetmoonshine]

Where flower stems are as thick as stove pipes
and the grass always damp with dew
Waiting...
his eyes
dark but gentle
catious but wild
His smile tempting
and innocent
He beckons me
I do not go
but wait.
Our game.
We are both having fun
we are both in misery
-waiting-
For the next move
like a chess game with no pieces.
Deeper I dig to find myself
To see I was here all along.
Flowers spin like pinwheels
in a wind that never ceases
as a hope in my heart
decreases.