were waiting

there was a separate scale
of knowing there we don't
speak of it so much as see
amidst its not believing

the questions never end
as you the scale playing
as if feeling empathies
which may not be answered

I never wanted to go alone
and there finding I didn't
became known by the wait
outstripping its impatience

my hand on her door becomes
her ardent curiosity
and then mine avid also
as we shyly kindly reach

into our nature improbably
seen not believed we are
faithful that what will be
us touches what is us now