Patient longer

Let him come to me

When he will

When he wants to

When he needs to

Feel my warmth

Touch his, back to

Chest and chest

To back, ribs to

Cheek and head

To chin.

Let him look

Away and dwell

There for a while

Tasting air, different

From mine.

Let him stay there

If the taste is good

And that air teems

Thick with Life,

Thicker than mine,

For him.

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