I sit and look at the sun,
I whisper your name to the moon
I let my heart fly in the wind,
While patiently waiting for
My baby to call again…
The roses become planted on my cheeks
Whenever I hear you speak…
Just one call, and a hurdle of butterflies
Reprise as I revive once again in your
World of enchanted love…
Touch my body, Inside of your hand,
You fickle my spine, with your mordant phrases,
All of these emotions, migrate from within…
Here I stand, with my phone in hand,
Waiting on my baby to call again…
About the Creator
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)
“ Public Diary, of an Urban LGBTQ Poet
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