patience

i am unable to move, tethered to the grass by tent pegs at the hands, feet and Your collar… spread wide, open for Your beautiful but also forcing fingers to inspect me… ready to receive whatever comes up to Your ingenious mind… ohhhhhhhhhh yes, how i crave for anything… the slightest touch, a kiss on the forehead… whatsoever… but since quite awhile, since You put me into this exposed position, You are gone, with a lovely wish on Your soft sweet lips for a happy sunny spring day… so i have to be patient… and i am, i have waited for You my whole life… i will wait for another aeon, if it is needed…