I just want to please you when you walk through the door. I want to sweetly remind you of the better times ahead as I wait patiently; unnerved, subordinate, empty until your wakeful return.

let me sit in your praises and sing silent, joyous songs of masterful hands adorning their awaited plaything; absent-mindedly drowning in repeated, secret whispers.

If nothing but to beckon the bliss of surrender that threads itself between my thoughts and your power, calling on endless enthrallment of wonder to follow your imminent light, soaking my senses in everything right.