Let It Be Patient

A proleptic patience,

knowing she will soon

show while tracing my 

mind with what I’d say next.

Maybe this time I’ll

say let's, let her hormones

quiver leaving her body 

and soul perplexed.

Ah,

Maybe this time I’ll say

not yet, leaving her hushed,

self exclaiming how a mind

f**k just isn’t enough.

Mm, I’d leave her feening

for the rush, as my words 

themselves just won’t 

add up to a deep thrust.

But, 

Mm, she will still moan

in a silence that 

travels like a whisper

on a wind at my bluff.

Yes, speaking to what I

really mean without

saying, which is she’s 

elating and esteemed.

And if it means we just lay

and dream then so be it,

as I’d be pleased if she’s

just simply here with me.

—JG  ©2026