It seems I´m always waiting Stuck in a box, when´s he gonna get here? Get here, get here. It itches in my legs waiting And then the time gets close The light changes and the air moves just so. I can almost smell him as he comes closer, my legs coiled and quivering Somebody else might be embarrassed to show such excitement but not me. He comes thru the door, and calls my names my many names, my pet names. He likes to touch and tussle to wrassle and play rough. He tastes like he forgot to wash up after lunch. Then it´s go go go -- at least I hope so, I hope he isn´t too tired gotta go gotta go gotta go We walk we run we visit friends in the park, he´s smiling and attentive he laughs at my play -- he lets me get tired, we can be tired together, go home again home again cuddle in the chair my head on his thigh he strokes me and we rest. I snuggle up to him in bed and it´s okay. I sense the rhythm of his breathing as he sleeps, sense his awaking -- I know he´s leaving I want to go along but it´s so early, so early, and even as he goes he leaves a hollow spot behind in the bed warm and soft, I guess I can wait another day.

Text:Mehmet Cem Turkkal

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