I’ve been holding my breath for seven years
Waiting for the return of your lust.
Yesterday you punched the air out of me.
You are an asexual, a gray-ace,
But an Ace nonetheless.
I made a promise to myself so long ago
That my wife would never want for my touch.
I guess I should have been more specific.
Waiting for you to come to me
With your hungry mouth,
Body begging for connection
Is waiting for the sun to rise on Lake Huron
While the dark winter ice slowly melts.
The sun rose this morning
A quivering yoke against a pale blue sky
Together we stirred the great green water
Into frothy white capped waves that slapped
Against the shore and eroded the berm.
Somewhere in love you became my home
And without my home, my lust withers.
I shall wait for the sun.