Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
She wonders what his voice
feels like upon her nectarine
body. She wonders what sound
his thoughts would make against
a glass elevator. She wonders
what his firm lips would
taste like if her tongue traced
every millimeter of them. She
wonders what it would be like
to touch his taut body with
caresses of a billowy soft
flower. She wonders how long
her heart will stop aching
until she gets her first
glimpse of him without his
cell phone.