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
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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.