waiting became a taint-
a strain that twisted knots
in things that started straight.
hearts burnt fierce
& bodies warm.
waiting didn't make us cold;
waiting made us bold.
waiting made us ravenous
& reaching broke the dam.
circumstance blurred lines
& passion tangled signs.
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