epitaph

you were waiting for me to finish my cigarette, my train of thought, my mood. you waited for me to take notice, to wait one moment for you, to listen, to learn, for my eyes to open, to allow, to cherish, to want you simply. waiting, waiting, you were allways waiting... but no more. this was my ground, my presence: a surface, surrounding and air. a movement, plan, and palpable...you were my goddamn maddonna, wonderful breast. i'd lay my ear upon you and listen as if whole worlds were rushing through. to hear and feel you, the feeling i always came back to, it would make those dim walls a look like paradise, somehow rustic and enchanting. that you were there for me, mind and body, in bed i would climb on top of you and look deep in your eyes where my own reflection was staring back at you, and you were waiting.