It was affection
at first sight,
not really love.

But love grows
and I fell too quickly,
not waiting for you
to fall with me, for me.

Because you only want,
you only lust.

So if making love,
would make you love me
the way I do you,
would permit passion
to grow on you,
would make “you and i”
an “us.”

Then here I am,
waiting,
leaving
my bedroom door open.

*****
Found this in my old journal.
Written sometime in 2000.