A long, impervious silence
And suddenly he is next to her.
She murmurs shyly into her lap
And scrapes at the bedsheets with ragged nails
And he smiles.

He is closer now. Closer than before.
She can smell cologne and anticipation.
She wonders if it’s his or her own,
But then he leans in
And the thought is pushed away;
Forgotten
Until the next time.