Waiting

I wait for your eyes to see me
much like the curtain of desire
waits to be raised by the sun.

I wait for your inward smile
like sand waits to be pulled 
into the sea.

I wait steadfast as the moon 
waits for the day to retreat.

I wait with a head full of words 
and an empty mouth.

And, I wait again 
for sex to bruise our nights, 
for innocence to bow down
and surrender her crown 
spiked with laurel and ash.