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.
Enjoy.
Anticipation
A glass filling
gradually
Is how I demonstrate
discretion
Before gulping,
Giddy for some tickling
sensation.
But, no need to worry,
I’m alright,
Let’s have another.
Slower. More preamble.
Swing that shaker one
more time.
Again.
I’m patient,
I have nowhere else to
be tonight,
Just here, with you, so
pour another.
And 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).
Another round,
My lips denied their
true desire:
Are we on to the good
stuff yet?
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