Pursuit Words
I am waiting
Lungs
Filled with patience
Debating
Whether or not to stop
Lost thoughts
Invading
My already straying mind
Will
You
Find
Me
In enough time
I'm sick
Tripping over this
In circles
Hurdles have hit hard
The edges of my mind
I'm waiting
Lungs
Filled with patience
Heart taken
To aiming
At the bright side
As the right side
Of my lips hitch
In a hopeful smile
Time ticks while
My tongue
Tastes your name
A memory
Might be
Blamed
For the way it plays
With notes of fruit
And lust
And love
And just
A touch
Of something else
That sparkles
On these buds
Champagne
Such
Is the way it goes
To my head
Sharp
Clear
Best
Bright and clean
I'm waiting
Lungs filled with patience
Aching
To finally breathe
Your scent
Spent on my skin
Left
Long
Taking time to savor
The interim
The anticipation
And it's sensation
Sweet torture
Of delayed gratification
I'm waiting
Lungs filled with patience
Knowing the wait is
Part of the fun
Of us
And it's just
A matter of time
Before you replace it
The space
With
Love
Lungs filled
With great gasps of air
As I breathe
In time with
You and the ways
We wear
Each other
Like this
Righteous
Ready
Bare
Of pretense
I see then
This truth
And I stay
Patient
While searching
For you
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