We are profounded as two lovers
Morbidly forbidden
Unless others found out
Nothing controls God’s power.
He has a waiting room…
We are tested in it.
Some impatient grow, because there are long lessons in it.
Others find despair comes slow from long lines,
Some are as rarefied by gold for taking their time.
A woman once said patience obtains all things.
Her animus knew she held such whims.
There was his tall quiet stature waiting in the wings.
He makes everybody look now.
Lo now.
He seemed at first cold. But they’ve gone.
He must have seen so many go.
Now here is the one, still waiting for that ghost.
The envy outside their aura was palpable
So, faults. And tall men.
Her adulthood and their coming of age.
As her gaze became dictated by his eye as the investigator, he is beholden.
Withstanding his gaze, come again.
His thoughts are detailing facts of the impersonator.
She saw her life
May never have a rest.
He, in fact, was turned around, would disappear completely,
played peek-a-boo for a while, in the waiting room prolifery
Then checked up on mystery and his thirst for creativity,
And pinned her down for life.
Muscle Poems 
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