One Tiny Nod

A Poem by Kasey

She wore her truths subtly.
A shorter hem.

A brighter sweater.
A scarf that never left her neck.
Darker lips with sinful eyes.
An underlying prowess to match.
He watched her from afar,
a sight he couldn’t refuse.
Sipping a Blue Moon,
consoling her wounds.
She had him in her vision
and he knew it too.
One tiny nod.
They were off on pursuit.
A slow one it was,
through oceans of people,
over mountains of risk,
into a dark room,
into an embrace of bliss.
She kissed him on the cheek,
with her hand on the door.
Whispering a name into his neck,
she said, “I couldn’t ask for more.

Every Saturday at eight,
you can find me here.
Don’t forget it’s Wendy—
I’ll be waiting when you’re clear.”
Stumbling from the closet,
he watched her turn and go.
A silhouette he wouldn’t forget.
A lady that touched his soul.
Hair that he would imagine.
That he would touch in his sleep.
When his wife wasn’t looking,
he would find her in the crowd,
next to the man with no smile.
Dark lips and sinful eyes,
she would give one tiny nod.