You must wait till the sun stocks past horizon and I come back with sweating satiety. You must wait till the wind stirs through cascading waves of colors. In the garden you must wait till the last bird enters power with rooping wings and warm the moon for chicks. You must wait till the end lift a flower share is over. The virgin bed waits seeding. You must wait till the last kiss has been planted on the one eagerness. You must wait till I rock to my lips with the ultimate. I love you. You must wait. you