You wait for me: my imagined perfection
a succulent, sweet nectar quenching
your parched throat.
Infallible, incapable of causing
pain, wonderful savior -
redeeming you by my mere existence.
You wait for my love
freely given and a free pass
to heaven on earth with each
gentle kiss. A masterpiece
of art and a perfectly constructed
poem written just to ease the pain
in your soul.
You wait for me to return and hold
you tight - comforting cuddles
given in sleep revive your
weary mind. Personal defibrillator
to jump-start your broken down heart.
But as we lay nestled in thick, warming covers
and down pillows and satin sheets;
I wonder when my treachery will be discovered.
Yes, I’m only waiting to be caught in my deceit.