To The Man Who Waits—8:30pm, Always

Two tethered souls, hauntingly captivated by mutual spells.

Wednesday, July 2nd

Midnight

You were present again this evening.

Punctual.

Eight thirty, per usual.

You never stray from your typical appearance—

Shirtless, muscles toned, loose hair, relaxed.

Open, focused.

Front row, facing me.

Eyeing me.

As if you’re waiting for something.

Waiting for me to notice.

Waiting for me to engage.

Waiting for me to give in.

To give you the go.

While I’d love to experience such passionate bliss,

I can’t give in now.

Rewarding you with what you desire so passionately,

Would just be too easy.

I enjoy observing you,

Watching you yearn for me.

The way you sink into your chair,

Legs wide, arms open.

As if you’re waiting for me to accompany you,

Chest to chest,

Skin to skin.

You take a sip from your lust-filled glass,

But your focus never breaks,

Hooked in a daze.

Completely hypnotized,

Your left foot begins to tap.

Right on cue.

Like clockwork,

Your left foot always taps around 8:45pm.

By 9:00, your chest begins to rise and fall.

I watch each breath from a far.

Pretending like you haven’t demanded my attention.

Like I haven’t submitted fully to this moment.

I’m fighting a sensual battle of my own,

A battle that I so willingly want to lose.

You readjust.

Now leaning forward.

Discretely trying to keep your composure,

But torturously failing.

You always have trouble when you reach this point.

Ignorant to your limits or,

Simply just ignoring them.

Like you,

I almost blow my cover,

But luckily for me, your girlfriend is a girl’s girl.

She comes out to sit next to you.

Totally oblivious to what all she interrupted.

You snap back.

Quick on your feet.

But that’s never been a challenge for a man like you.

I can tell you’re not happy with her,

But she loves you,

So you stay.

You know that she’s not equipped to handle heartbreak.

She depends on everyone but herself.

Totally selfless.

Spineless.

Blind.

Insecure.

She lacks everything that you desire.

Everything that you truly,

Sensually,

Soulfully,

Deeply desire.

But yet you stay.

Living a life unfulfilled.

Silently suffering.

Dreaming of all that you know you’re missing.

You’re going to let her down easy one day,

Is what you tell yourself.

But for now,

It’s mediocrity.

Until tomorrow evening,

Your balcony.

At 8:30p.

And as always,

My blinds will be open.

They’ll always remain open.

Just for you,

My love.

Romance & Reality