Tuesday

Having a new lover is incredibly distracting.
I am sitting in a very important meeting,
for a very important project
maybe the biggest we've done.
And all I can think about is the envelopes in my bag,
one a reward, the other a punishment—

The things I want to do to your body.
The things I want you to do to mine.
We're still new, though, there are still
nerves. Anxiety.

A microphone squeals and reality snaps me back momentarily. 
The speaker drones on and my mind wanders...

It's been a week since I saw you.  

Will I be as dominant as you want me to be? 
Will it still be electrifying? Will it be awkward?
Or will there be enough familiarity in the strangeness,
to find the easy space where our lips and bodies
already know each other. 

It's all I can do to stay focused today.
I only want to be in your bed. In you.
I wonder if you are as restless,
watching the clock, aching for my touch,
or if it's just another Tuesday.