love, poetry

Good Men Waiting

Tell me of

The good men

Loyal, self contained

Always smiling at the

Thought of being touched

They wait for their women

To finish work.

Walk them home,

Talk about a day when

She stays there,

Imagining the clip of

Knife against chopping board

Waiting for him to come home

To her

Hands on her hips,

But some part of him

Always stands guard over her,

Not saying anything

But doing and letting

His actions speak for him,

Waiting for his woman.

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