Time slowly ticks,
and I stand still.

I am waiting.

As a noiseless patient spider,
I seem detached,
but there is much to observe.

And then again nothing to see here
move along

But I cannot.

I am frozen in space and time
fully grokking what's happening to me
yet unable to stop any of it,

And so I wait.

She softly whines to let you know
just how patient she's been.

She sees you reaching for your shoes, and you must know
you're not going anywhere without her.

There is no escape.

You may give in--
frolics and scampers of ecstacy--
and be covered with kisses and kisses
until you come to know
what bliss is.