Waiting Poem by Beach Leanbh

Dim-lit digits tap the table
A metronome of fluent flesh
Nails click and clack as beats refresh
Rolling wrists both deft and able

Yet something dwells beneath the tapping
A feral fire barely kept in
The music's pulse demanding sin
The heat compels, her will is snapping

Staring now I catch her gaze
Sparkling stars locked in shared orbit
Sable pools
Bottomless and flowing to an endless chasm
Ivory bells, decked in silver and pearl, ring upon the sky
Towerless yet aloft
Echoing through my soul
Deeper still I fall
To fields of red and gold
Brightly flickering through my mind
Beautiful and terrible as the sun

A voice disturbs me from my fancy
A woman dressed in flowered hues
From lilac coat to orchid shoes
Disturbing as a bitter banshee

Following this woman in bloom
My angel leaves with but a look
And left I return to my book
New love lost to the waiting room