Sunday, February 10, 2013

Just Can't Wait (Poem)

Just Can't Wait

He'd been restrained
until she moved to go,

careful enough not to
question her desires

for anything more than
sea salt-crusted bread

and a tiny plate to hold
the infused oils she liked

to dip a finger into and raise
to her lips like a signal flag

to the waiter that the check
is due. After a single cup,

the French press cooled,
the seats next to their table

emptied. Only reflections
in the shimmering glass

mirrors behind her reminded
him that some things, even

his last-with-her-eyes-closed
kiss, just can't wait.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas

This poem responds to today's photo prompt at Magpie Tales. Go here to see the image of Joseph Lorusso's original painting Just Can't Wait, to read other writers' contributions, or to drop a link to your own poem or piece of flash fiction.


Berowne said...

Sharp and inventive; quite enjoyable.

SueAnn Lommler said...

Oooo! Rushing to leave...send me the check

Helen said...

I love this .. the sense of urgency is palpable.

Sue said...

I have to admit it's been a while since I just couldn't wait.

But I do remember the days...

Well done.


Margaret said...

Looks like he got over "restrained

S. Etole said...

I always enjoy seeing the photo after reading your words.

Kutamun said...

Quite provocative shimmering images , thanks

Jinksy said...

Mmm... as tangy as the oil-dipped bread...

Tess Kincaid said...

Okay...I have to make some French-pressed right now...