It’s a waiting game now as

days fade into nights,

and the velvet ink of the

dark nights bleeds into

the brilliant sunlight as

the light of day streams

through the drapes…

and you tumble gently within,

talking to me with each push,

each pull showing me

what you have become

as these days turned into nights

into days.

With each passing hour,

each passing movement,

each passing increase in girth,

my love explodes beyond the imaginable…

It’s a waiting game now.