Waiting for you to come to my mind.

To open the door of my thoughts. The door hinges are a bit rusty.

But I’m sure as you walk in, the whole room will look fresh painted.

In white. I shall open the windows wide. Let all the fresh air take over.

Inundate the room with your company. Dancing with me without

stopping. And after a tiring evening, lay next to each other welding our

sweating bodies. In an embrace only the stars could be able to break.

I’m waiting, sweet love of mine. Don’t care if I wait till the Second

Coming of Jesus. I’ll wait.

EO