the longest wait

As much as I want to appease this desire,
so do I also want to apologize for it –
Is that love? I wonder.

The lines my eyes trace around her face, at first gentle and loving,
become heavy and lustful as they find her neck,
yet even with no place else to go,
both remain content and do not look elsewhere;
and although my fingertips may not follow,
all ten wait patiently and do not reach for another.

The longest waits are the ones we know may never end,
and this is surely one of those –
though in the end I tell myself it may not even last the day…