Waiting
dressed as a lady in waiting
You come unto me
In the myst of the night
The river so bright
The moon shines above
smiling on the stars
The tide roars in
almost speaking in voice
On the sand
You approach
Through a cloud of fog
First your legs
Then your arms as they swing
Followed by your glorious body
with a mysterious smile
You come upon me not stopping
We are engulfed
The TWO...ONE
Waiting No more
Peter LeBuhn
Copyright ©2005 Peter B. LeBuhn
Peter LeBuhn
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