Waiting
With Out Grace The sun rises and shines Through blinds My bedroom window Casting lines upon my Face A zebra crossing, again you Have left without trace I wonder Did you run or walk Back to him? Will he Receive your warm Embrace? I talk with my Soul, I sigh Only time will tell My spirit begs to be excused Alone in his hollow, our shared Stomach Ashamed in my disgrace I close the blinds And my eyes for I am your lover Just a simple man Without Grace Sign in to see full entry.