Wait For Her

Will a glass inlaid with gemstones on a pool around the evening

Among the perfumed roses wait for her

With the patience of a pack horse loaded for the mountains

Like a stoic noble prince wait for her

With seven pillows laid out on the stair

The scent of

Incense fills the air

Be calm and wait for her

And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braids

All along the barricades wait for her

And if she comes soon wait for her

And if she comes late wait

Let her be still as a summer afternoon

A garden in full bloom

Let her breathe in the air that is foreign to her heart

Let her lips part wait for her

Take her to the balcony see the moon soaked in milk

Hear the rustle of her silk wait for her

Don't let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast

Lest they take flight

Wait for her

And if she comes soon wait for her

And if she comes late wait wait

Serve her water before wine

Do not touch her hand

Let your fingertips rest at her command

Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin

Breathe out breathe in

And as the echo fades from her final fusillade

Remember the promises you made