Sarah, dreaming

 

I am waiting for you
I am not patient

I remember the first time I held a man’s hand, nervously,
in the dark

I remember the first time I held a woman’s hand.

I am waiting for you to come closer

to follow you home,
                     upstairs,           to leave the windows open
or not

to drink tea

to meet in the grocery,
                     the library,
                     the woods.

to smile,
to hear your rustling hair,
               too hot to touch

to laugh,

hands held,
             you grasping

my laughing, surprised self