Always Waiting Poem by Cassandra Nightshade

Always Waiting

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I am
The periphery of your sight.
The nameless face in a turbulent sea.
I am the watcher.
The one who waits
With boiling expectation.
Like a kettle too full
Of potion,
I’m in danger of spilling
And spreading to your feet.
I know you
As I know myself,
Though you are full of intrigue,
I am full of desires
You’d never care to unravel.
I harbor inside of my chest
Beneath my ribs
A fire that burns.
You are the agent
Of my combustion.
While this conflict rages inside of me
I am composure
I am contentment
I am constitution
I am calm
But I am waiting…
Always waiting
For your undivided gaze
To discover me.
I am the picture
of patience
and slow calculation.
You are a prize to savor.
To wait for.

Friday, May 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 23 May 2014

Love this intriguing write! ! ! ! Leaves the reader with a feeling of expectation for what I'm not quite sure! Maybe just more wonderful poems? Nicely done! ! ! !

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