Wait for me after the fires become embers
scattered over the hearth,
I'm the heat patiently emanating
between and from within each one.
Waiting to be the warm blanket over your glowing skin
and inside the relaxing coils of your tired muscles,
the fragile marrow filling your bones.
I think I was made to wait for you,
that every word and touch I've gleaned the many
subtleties of from others have been carving
a delicate trail for many years until intersecting with yours.
Because I already knew myself well before we met
but this self existed in a barely tangible form,
carrying around the ghosts of other loves
like a dimming lantern keeping me alive
but never stopping the swelling dark
from encircling my heart
As I wait for you,
for your soft hands to meet my face
and cover me as naturally as
a river's current constantly flows
over the old earth and stones beneath,
for my name to course through your every vein and synapse,
an unchanging song your lips hum as you
Wait for me, I think you were meant to,
that every time another's lie or cold blade
of jealousy shattered your heart,
you took the remnants and wove them into thin
strands stretching through the world as
invisible livewires binding themselves to me
And everything you became was a gentle pluck on each one,
the ripples along them traveling and turning into
unique chords that would one day bring me to you.
Wait for me and note each change in the air now at night,
the way the moon glows brighter along the sheets
where you reach for me in your sleep,
I'm the shift in the color of leaves that will soon
fall and cover every home,
and there will soon be a night where my hands
meet your face and we cover each other as naturally
as the darkness we undo from both of our hearts.