love's nurtured potential

              WHILE IN WAITING










While in waiting rooms dimly lit,
The ghosts of ourselves do dances,
From lethargy to frenzied fit,
At each stage of their romances.


So do we while our hours away,
Court time to kill it with a kiss,
Impatient for the dreaded day
When doubles shall unite in bliss.






                                Andrew Hoyem




















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