Camarero

Sometimes we just know.
There is a stirring of debris
left dormant
that rustles and pokes us awake.
From somewhere inside the digestive system
the central nervous system
the pelvic floor.
Awaken!
Kidney and liver, pancreas and spleen
bloom open like sunflowers to receive
the gift of solved mysteries
reciprocity, reflection.
Such a simple disarming of my protective forces
that guarded against so many before.
He will never know the power
of his kindness and formidable capacity.

I watch. I wait.
Breath by beat.
Internally melting into a puddle, unbounded,
while his wake of perfumed pace
toys with my appetite,
for heat,
for wetness,
for closeness, for recognition.
A wink, a walk, a face,
so unforgettable.
Mercy,
have mercy on what is felt
but left unsaid.