waiting for the night when I get to show you,a bit,of myself,a careful unwrapping of denim and cotton,punching into the air of our gathered space.waiting for the moment to see you again,and to see a smile that promises, enjoys, and encourages.waiting for a sigh and the smooth curve of a neck,or a light dusting of fuzzy hair -boundaries of cloth are so fragile,shaping and cupping.eagerly awaiting the feathering of fingers,...