016 ~ The Wait For Amy Poem by stan pelfrey

Are you ever coming?
my fingernails can’t
get much shorter,
they waste away
as my time, my mind
in empty aspirations
of you.

Will you ever come?
so I may view you-
your thunderous eyes-
from a light of longing.
We long for each other,
but cannot reveal to
the world, a thing so
powerful, for we fear
its knowing

Come on damn it! ?
I’m half-sick of reading
Prufrock’s love song
thirty-seven times over,
when I look for your face
in every passing stranger’s
noise. My concentration is
lost, wandering, hoping for
your presence. Oh, I say,
“Where is she? ”

Please, come my love.
Don’t leave scattered
questions in my mind,
make me understand
your purpose, for now,
I am confused as to your
intent. Am I merely mud
you step in, on your way
to “better” things? Slowing
you down for the moment,
but never seeming to make
a mark on you life.

Would you come on! ?
I want to make a
difference to you by
showing you these words
-kept hidden- of mine.
In thought, I want to
come to you as a knight,
lift you high upon my white
stallion, carry you around
the commons I keep sacred,
and show off these things
–hidden from you now-
in my realm.

Hurry up, my mind is sick! ?
Thoughts are running around,
freaking out in there, bumping
into the soft parts of my skull’s
confining walls. It seems our love
is like my brain, since it wants
to soar high above the sky,
reaching for divinity, but it’s
constrained by walls, the borders
from your other relation. I’m going
crazy, I want instant
gratification, but all I get is
the wait.

Come on! Please?
My thumbnail is ragged, bleeding
from so long a-gnawing. I can’t sit
here –wait forever- wondering if
this future plan we’ve made will ever
come to pass. I need you
to come, so dull, lone feelings will
leave me, and that I may drink
–not gnaw away- and be drunk by
your company.

Ahhh! Finally, you come!
This frustration subsided and I am
intoxicated from your scent, beauty
and presence, but the wait persists.
For will you ever sate my desire and
be truly mine?