At Last
She moves through phases,
tags behind
his earthly shadow.
He leaves by daylight—
follows his orbit
outside her door.
Inside her head,
anticipation still spins.
She’s in love,
waited too long
for him to come.
The blues
bring on her winter’s night,
sways to the rhythm
of a hot summer’s eve.
In the shower,
his evidence
dances down the drain.
He’ll leave
by daybreak.
Should she ask him to stay?
Her crescent smile waxes.