I see you
tapping your foot
against pavement,
fingers
itching to stroke
the smooth length
of your cigarette,
luggage
ready to be hauled
by airport attendants,
I,
clinging
like a speck of dirt,
on the silver handle
of your suitcase,
waiting for your hand
to close around
the curved metal,
aching to melt
with the sweat
sinking deep
into lines
crossing your palm.
