Embodiments

is it hard yet?

I am sitting there
she's adjacent to me.
her eyes flicker to me
and I act like I do not want to touch her.
she looks for a sign of affection,
but I will put on a facade,
so she doesn't know.

when she gets tired off waiting,
she stands up, sighs, and leaves.
it won't be a while until I see her again.

wednesday,
I pace, knowing she'll return.
and then Bang!
she's in front off me,
the front door spasming,
trying to shut.

I can't talk, because everything is all so sudden, even though I have been waiting for a month.
and my head is doused with thoughts,
but why the hell can't I speak?

her eyes are puffy, and I can tell that she came here on an impulse.
one month strong, I think to myself.

in the distance, there is a sharp scream of glass being broken.
I hear her rummaging through my stuff.
I'm not angry though, because whatever I own is hers for the taking.

finally she stops.
her body finds its way close to mine, and now I only breathe in her perfume.

stroking my sides, she finds my gaze and asks,  "Is it hard yet?"