Wanting

Wanting

Waiting.

Just waiting.

Counting down

each

and every

second

until the moment when

my longing eyes connect

with hers,

strong and dark,

piercing deep into my soul.

She knows just what I want,

I can see it in those eyes

as she begins

to say the words we all want to hear.

I lean in close ensuring that I absorb

each and every word

of her melodic voice

over the dull

indiscernible roar of

conversation for conversation’s sake.

A taunting smile

forces its way through her

usual stone-cold demeanor

as her words come out

like honey, sweet and slow

and I, savor every drop

of her recitation of those words

I most desire to hear.

I wanting nothing more than to see

her luscious,

rose-petal pink lips

form no one’s name

but my own

and to have her reach

across the counter, out to me

within her hand a warmth

that could spread through the entirety

of my being

and fill a longing

an emptiness

inside me.

My mouth waters at the prospect that

what she has could soon be mine.

The corners of her eyes crinkle

as that contagious smile spreads

through those two words

“for Courtney”

and she hands me

the long awaited

asiago bagel.

Toasted.

With cream cheese.