Tuesday

I can't wait until the day that I can push you up against a wall by your hips. 

In your right hand you'll hold a pink carnation that I bought for you from a street vendor while we were walking in the city.

Your left arm will be wrapped around my neck for support as your knees go weak with pleasure. 

Every passerby will pretend not to notice.

But they will feel their blood begin to pump faster than their hearts can bear. 

As mine falls into you.