I Am Waiting Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am waiting for a knock,
A recognition, a need,
I am waiting to French kiss
A woman again—
It has been so long;
It has been forever—
I am waiting for her to take my hand,
To take my body,
To take my lead,
And we will go down like exhausted
Workers in a brilliant factory—
She will have no need to wonder,
She will have no need to worry—
I am the ripe prince of her story….
I am waiting for her glance,
I am the vessel on which she must disembark,
But nothing is left to chance—
This is my right hand,
This is my left….
They both do good work,
And they will ensure her safety….
We can get married in Church,
Or in a park. We can get married on the shore,
Or at our place of work….
But I am waiting,
For her eyes upon me,
For her breath to inhabit
The space of my breathing,
Her lips to spread open like
Wildflowers needing the sun,
My words, my hunger….
And from there to spring forth from,
My promises, my name, our children….
I am waiting for her to come,
For her to linger,
For her stay and lounge here
And to remember all the lives in which
I have come forth in to love her….