the minutes creep
heavy, thick
and stagnant
dripping slowly
down my mind
taunting my anxious anticipation
with thoughts
and pieces of
tomorrow
just out of my reach
kissing the tips of my fingers
flooding a full head
to overflowing
spilling
pieces of you,
preoccupations,
awaited desires
inked on your back;
but you're just out of reach
of time
and i am sitting still
in this stagnant,
thick puddle
soaking in the creeping
minutes
that tug at my mind
so insistently.
.just wait.