Dragonfly Poetry

Tomorrow I’m coming back,

because even I know,

being gone this long

has forced the sky speak up.

Words come from our single source,

when I finally looked up

I saw her waiting there for me.

And I swear she swore,

she hasn’t been able to sleep

for years now, and even I knew

her tired condition was my fault.

The second we touched,

it recharge that playlist of hers

causing sparks to discharge

from words in songs.

Our initial agreement worked,

up until it didn’t because

we couldn’t stand

being gone for so long.

She was supposed to get some rest

simply close her eyes

like she used to when we slept together.

Today, the need has grown in her

and whenever the skies begin to turn

she opens up about

being tired of waiting for me.

She wants that downpour

to help put her to sleep.

She’s tried for years now,

to ignore both needs and wants

the price has been too high to pay

in order to break all her promises

so she’s kept quiet, until now.

Eyes can never be filled enough

to simply move on,

and even I don’t mind admitting

it’s been my fault

needing her in all my words.

Time has been the key to all of this,

her words touch me in a certain way

that not even those around me

can understand why I’d need her.

Clearly, she stares just long enough

making sure I’m coming back

with my same feverish lust for her.

When we mix and entwine together

her eyes can finally close

long enough to actually dream

it’s all she’s ever truly wanted,

while waiting for me.