So Wait for Me

how to melt butter off of a cooling pan and resist not licking the cream when it scratches down the surface of my arms

i’ve always been the pickiest eater, but the last one at the dinner table when the meal is something peachy

not one for presentation, but the taste will always warrant running down the hallway and asking the neighbours If we could have ourselves a little privacy.

You are the last drop of water slowly inching your way to the guttural part of my throat when the meals are the easiest to ingest and the hardest to wash away

I count my blessings on the back of your fingernails every other day when the shape of your lips presses themselves gently against the nerves on my belly

a gentle reminder of why i will always take my time, digest or digress sweetly

so your inner child never forgets what it was like to hear the ice cream man coming down the street.

Like a past lifetime romance, an old friend visiting after being so far away, you are like a neck pillow in an airport when all of my flights get delayed

you are there when I don’t need you

you are there when I can’t be

you are there on the other side of this corner but your body is hovering over me

I hope New York city never wakes you when the mattress floats into the metallic black sky and reminds you of our existences through cotton candy sweet dreams

May they never sleep on me when I come ready for my prize after expending myself in 30 different ways to grant all the tickets I worked so hard for.

You’ve worked so hard for.

We work so hard.

For ourselves & never at the expense of the other, the self-sustainability is blinding it claws at my ankles and reminds me

Some things are worth waiting for.