thursday in june

such a glutton for punishment.

it will never grow tiresome, this struggle to make you love me.

after many afternoons pass me under my closed eyes,

i can feel the tiny knots in my stomach growing stronger..

and i find my rest is necessary.

some sort of service to myself and everyone else.

a ceremony to bring new light to your unforeseen bother.

when i wake, the music helps

isolated, and able to lay it out.

slowly. and quiet.

and when i hear the snap of the key at the front door.

i know i will find you, willing and lovable again.

redeeming all actions with every bit of gentleness.

and your influence will prove to be lusty once more.

with perfect timing.