By Saul Lowndes Britton
When I find him
naked by the window
on some sun-drenched and cool late morning,
easy smile painted on
at something I’ve said,
voice thick with the honey of an easy waking;
something I’ve said and we both know.
Then the lines will drip like nectar
and then all will be well
and then I’ll be saved, at last, forever
and then each new dawn will be an ecstasy
and then all life will glow with promise.
The metaphors will be inspired;
new rhythms discovered and mastered;
my lexicon will gleam with the golden genius
reserved for those fully alive
in the glory of a Love that Just Works.
And because it will be my turn; our turn
And because it will all be okay and have been worth it
And because he’ll come back
and be enough
and stay this time
And because I
keep waiting, then, I guess.