At My Window, I Wait For Love
Black and white
two beautiful shadows in the night
I am waiting on mine
in my window, I wait for thee
once the clock strikes one am
then two, then three
I feel a deep rush within
like a wave hitting the sand
where are you?
I am waiting
the thought of your lips
so close to mine
wrapping me, in a bind
your love
your spirit of love
enslaves me in secret chains
nowhere to leave to
but wait here for you
in my window, I wait for thee
the cold, old house creeks
the hush of my sleeping dwellers
I dare not speak your name
into existence
until I see your form
creeping, slowly
toward me, boldly
like a lion stalking its prey
circling my heart, ready to pounce
covertly crawling your body
onto my woven nest of wool and feathers
you whisper, "How I have missed the taste of you"
my body has ached for such familiarity
waiting with the moon
for you to return to me
in my window, I waited for thee
Silent solitude no more
my window is my lovers door
hold me in such tender embrace
no second of tonight
available to waste
his hands trace my body
like a painter with his brush
the moon casts a silver glow
over our warm naked bodies
fingertips graze my lips
gently, as if glass that can break
"pull my hair" I tell him
all my waiting, I want him to give me
all that I can take
every winter kiss
he plants on my back feels
like frostbite
the clock strikes 5 beats
too soon
as we watch the silent moon
shine over our love
in the window I waited for thee
Migrate into the darkness
from this cold dark mansion
only to return tomorrow
a warm kiss to keep you warm
into the night in which you came for me
midnight madness will strike again
tomorrow, in my window, I wait for Love...
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2009
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