…melted wax

…im a quiet soul

silent in the loudest space

loud in the quietest one

but my volume is different

tears with the driest eyes

screams of the deepest crave from obedient lips that wear a smile

because ruth wants her boaz

because ruth needs his touch

midnight candles that drip melted wax

hands that write novels

my gift of celibacy stands by you father

please send your gift of marriage to me-

oh how ive waited patiently-

oh how i still do 😔

please see me.

kb