Hesitation

Dark hallway,

cold wooden floors.

From opposite sides

of the glass

we both watch

my hips

as they swing

back

and forth,

back

and forth,

back

and forth.

They rock silently

and I can tell you're

counting the exact

number of steps

it will take to move

you closer to me.

And for the fifth

time today

you wonder what

you'd say

if only I invited you

to speak.

And for the third

time today

I'm staring at your lips

and wondering how

they taste.

And for,

what seems like,

the millionth time

today

neither of us move.

What a waste...

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