The Wait

The lights on the ninth floor are trembling tonight.

I know you are waiting,

Building your appetite.

The hair on my back stand up when you whisper.

Your breath fogs up the windows,

And my vision grows crisper.

The left foot is moving, the right one stays still.

I know I am late,

But you have time to kill.

The candles on the ninth floor leak wax tonight.

My chest lifts the elevator

As I hold myself tight.

The door is about to open and show me your face.

I know you keep waiting

For me to find my pace.

The darkness from your eyes engulfs my senses.

I walk beneath the stars

And drop the defenses.

-JW