love is small

"Wait your turn to speak"
So I wait and I
Wait for my
Turn around my
Love, you're going no
Where are you? And
When the chance to speak to me,
Arises, thy sun in the
Sky, I cannot know
That everything ends, turns
Around and around my
Love,
Chances fading away, impatience
Arises like
"Son, don't let them see you"
Sweat, sweet like honey
Dew on grass on finger tips blades
Crisscrossing, crossing
Out with deep black ink
On white and simple words
That, lovingly, she writes, her diary
Closing
Time again to wait,
To speak,
To breathe your song's
Sounds of heaviness and sweat and
Desire, they hesitate but know desire and want
"Well, go ahead. Say thank you," and
Growing pains and growing,
Up, up away and know
That, yes.
I'm smiling now. I'm
Waiting to speak and knowing, still
Desirous and
Tensional and
Tenacious
And still, my dear, around,
Around and everything ends, my
Love is small and
Sacred, she is light like
Feathers brush her face
Like Fingers, nails, tickling
Gently, she closes the book, and
"You will go far" but
Still. Arising, my

Love is small.

And still,
Like honey dew on wet grass blades
That sink forever into my back and
Wake me up into the morning of the sun
"My son. You will go far.
Sure, my love is small, but still.
Sun, arising.
You will go far."