(something old, left unpublished)

Oh a kiss of words! A delight.
Finally from a love
From one who knows how to stroke me right.

This, this nugget of me from old
I dusted this off. It's of you
Your family those folk you know.

To me this is how I am loved.
Seems strange. And quickly morose, denied.
I wonder
Why

No, it's fabulous to get that
But wanting is pure hell
Waiting... I should practice waiting.

I do. I try to find LONG stretches of time.
Hang on long moments.
Always alone.

There's something to that. This thing.
Alone.
I would like to be alone, next to someone. To get that space