Poem: "420"

"420"

She paces the room
staring at the note
the woman from
the other night left

somewhere, a voice
calls out
"you should, you should"
it tells her

as she puts her makeup on
and stops to pose in the mirror
the anticipation swells from within

her lover's voice lingers
as she imagines her
staring at her long legs
and thinking all the while

forbidden thoughts
such luscious skin
each beautiful curve
every precious space

she needs her

somewhere, the woman waits
desire whispering in the shadows
feigning modesty,
she uncrosses her legs
and reaches for her trenchcoat

as seduction, vice, and longing
threaten to overtake
her suddenly fragile
romantic inclinations

the push and pull is too strong
as the object of her affection
waits impatiently
the anticipation seething
in the undertow of moonlit deceit.

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo