If you will wait, just long enough —
Be patient, just long enough —
Lie about, just long enough —
Talking to me and toying about
with my fancies and whims and
playing to my every desire —
I will write you a poem.
And it will be everything you ever wanted.
And it will be fiction.
Stories. I write stories.
And you read them.
I love you nonetheless.
Be wary of that.






