I sit and try to listen.
Silence buzzing while willow strands sway, loose-necked in a sultry ballet and sparrows chase each other in a frantic race outside my window.
In or out?
Where is this whisper of the voice inviting me to open myself and enter into your embrace?
My coffee’s getting cold and I’m growing impatient as my eyes grow moist with longing for your touch.
Memories of your gentle kisses stab my heart and the tip of my nose buzzes with anticipation of your fragrance.
So I sit and wait.
Throwing off the random thoughts that try to hijack my attention and lead me down well-worn paths leading nowhere.
I wrap myself in your silence, knowing that it is here you will speak.
It is from here that your abundant kisses and gifts of courage flow.
And so I sit and try to listen.