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Patience is a sin

In 100, by Wyatt on November 28, 2019 at 4:12 am

I want to fall for you slowly

Little by little

Then all at once

Standing atop a diving board

Staring down at the water

Anticipating descent

Feeling cool air kiss skin

Feet singing on grip-taped concrete

A choice

And then gravity

Followed by contact

I seek the crisp bitter scent of pine

Longing for your look

Welcoming your wandering intrusions

Who let you in here?

I need you to find the key

Irreverently unlock the pantry door

And make a cup of tea in my chest

I want to hold you

But not yet

I need to need you


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