Waiting For Someone Poem by RIC BASTASA

you arrive too early on the tryst
a room with a number that you do not tell to anyone
thirty minutes
you have already brushed your teeth
and taken a bath and sprayed musk oil perfume
all over your body
your heart beats
desire and you pretend the love is here
you turn off your cell phone
you do not want to be disturbed on this hour of the day
on this tryst

you hear something coming near your door
you peep at the hole if
fulfillment has come

it is just this gray cat looking perhaps for its fish.