Praeludium
I am waiting for you to come
through the door like the clouds
wait for the sunrise to throw just
enough light to trace the smooth and
supple line of your mouth, or
the curve of your waist. All morning
I have sat here and wasted my time,
until this time. Until this now
when you are about to open the door
and come through, like a sunrise,
like a whisper, and sit across from me,
and say hello for the first time.
