Rain Delay

Rain Delay

Sitting here I consider elsewhere and think, when there, that

I wouldn’t mind if your legs were wrapped around my head

cheeks up, down, together, apart

our lips in synch, or not; together,

your turn, my turn, or not

it’s all good

love and lust

no need of stolen bases

when music plays, the players announced,
nod, assume their positions,
candles flicker in the dark

the playbook illuminated, its secrets

unhitched, players’ hesitation banished,

reticence yields to silhouetted signs, sighs and

recalculated holds, detours and slides

while referees ponder, scratch their heads, look heavenward and

decide whether to continue or cancel the event due to inclement weather

that hasn’t touched us

even as I look at you again and pat your knee.