Waiting Games
Intoxicated By You
Starting to wake with
Zest again, I
Put on my makeup to
Look pretty for you.
-
Waiting on my couch
Cushion, frozen, phone in hand,
With nothing else to do
Without plans,
(Like it's the seventies,
Just without the cord)
Immobilized,
I wait for you.
-
Only one call
Away from your
Sweet words, your
Voice that coos, that
In-prisons my
Faceless identity…
-
Just words.
Yet, so eagerly they
Slither into me
With promises so empty they
Quietly urge me to
Turn off my phone.
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