Por Favor

Cuffing and un-cuffing her short shorts-
Running her fingers through the flickering flame of her cigarette lighter-
Chain smoking in the street light’s darkness-

Silently fidgeting she waits for his arrival

Her breath shortens as pairs of foreign head lights enter her peripheral frame
All of them blinding - exciting - all of them

None of them his

She let’s her head fall back and desperately searches for the stars
All of them hidden by layers of light, layers of smog, layers and layers of clouds

Only the white glow of the moon is visible

She makes a wish and opens her eyes

Lowering her head she sees him watching - wanting - needing her