You’re standing in the doorway
and
I can hear you breathing.
I keep my back to you
knowing what’s coming.
The end of your cigarette glows
as you inhale
exhale
you toss it to the floor
and I hear the shuffling of feet.
I feel your breath on my neck
steamy hot
branding a kiss onto my skin.
I wanted this,
I know.
I ached for so long
and finally
your touch.
I created my hell-
I see your picture daily
as I close my eyes to sleep.
And now once is all it has taken-
you don’t have to ask anymore.
I hear the flick of the lighter
as you turn back toward the door.
I retie the apron on my waist
and wait for tomorrow.