WAITING FOR B.I.O.

I e-mail him every day...

or almost that often...

What do I say?

I ramble & amuse myself while attempting to amuse him.

Every kind thing he says makes me smile.

Every oddity makes me giddy.

Every confession makes me protective.

Everything that I write that may offend him or

push him away is thought through & re-thought before

I admit to myself that it just wouldn't be as hot if I didn't

tell him the whole story...

And that is when I press: SEND.

That is when I can sleep, or read, or watch tv,

or clean, or pack, or pace, or walk, or LIVE -

That's when I can pretend & tell myself that I'm

not just biding my time while waiting for his

written words.