I Wait
by Lesley Ann Huggins
I smile as I envision you lying thereIn your tropical paradise without a care,The dazzling sun glistening off your wet bodySlowly turning porcelain into honey.The cadence of your breathingEquals the lapping of the wavesTo be present with you is I all that I crave.Your return is so dishearteningly far away,So I merely wait and cross out the days.