News of your arrival (8-15-10)

If tomorrow doesn’t bring news of your arrival, then what have I left to do but wait? Waiting is the game I play, faking that I’m patient, when really, there liviving, burning in my gut, for union and the surprise that you’ll join me in this thought. Neither I nor you can conceive the great day, where we will say hello to the death of boundary. Neither one of us can conceive this union till we’re willing. If tomorrow doesn’t bring news of your arrival, maybe I’ll leave, fighting with all things, pretending only gentle things possess wisdom. Maybe, I’ll be the one to run from commitment. I’ll be a hypocrite if I complain any further. What’s the point of living if it’s fear that I allow to cradle me in solitude, rather than jumping into your arms, feeding us both with wild passion. What if I chose to stay and forget the words of friends, only to have the moment I said I was too afraid to have. If tomorrow doesn’t bring news of your arrival, it is then that I’ll decide.