"Impatience"

I try to be patient, my heart, I do.

I try to be still and not think about you.

But my darling your magic slips into mine.

No matter my strength, you take up my time.

I used to smile and dream of my hands' content

as they travel your body, your face and your neck.

Today I wear a frown see,

you're all I've been craving;

It is as though my hands and my lips are both

disgusted with waiting.

n.f