Tracking Desire

He stood before her,
trembling silently with urgency
Her thigh burned
where his hand had been
His defiant patience was unsettling
Even in the heat of the moment,
he kept his cool
seconds ticked
and neither movedShe prayed for him
to magically disappear
This is so wrong, she thought
“Why can't I be stronger?
A little stubborn, surer…?”He sensed victory as she sighed softly,
and triumphantly inched closer;
like a watchful predator
toying with it’s game,
rejoicing its meek surrender
In that moment of weakness
she was lost,
and he knew it
Yet he waited for her to move
and his restraint tormented her.After an eternity, her hands moved
and found him
the smallest coin
in her purse.
The train chugged
as hard as her thudding heart
and the little urchin traipsed off
richer in confidence and coin,
to yet another woman