Last night, after too long of an absence, I returned to an Inspired Word open mic. My contribution to a great evening of talent was a pair of poems, the second of which was "Anticipation." This piece, making its performance debut that evening, is one of my most recent compositions.
A glass filling gradually
Is how I demonstrate discretion
Giddy for some tickling sensation.
But, no need to worry,
Let’s have another. Slower. More preamble.
Swing that shaker one more time.
I have nowhere else to be tonight,
Just here, with you, so pour another.
Steady hand, careful now,
I glimpse stray drops,
Overflowing, trickling down your bare arm–
Tempt not, waste not,
My fingers gently brush your skin,
A tease for
That perfect moment (perfect excuses).
My lips denied their true desire:
Are we on to the good stuff yet?
|Photo by Creighton Blinn|