I’ll Wait

 

Keep ringing the doorbell in the rain, I’ll wait

for you to leave before opening to check

 

if you’re a man I want to let in and grasp

at your shoes, yanking them off in desperation

 

to rid yourself of rain that seeped past

your socks and clings to your toes, I’ll wait

 

before my hand shakes and I lean and grasp

at the round, cool handle keeping you out. I’ll let

 

the rain fall, let it drench your core, let you shiver

as you hover on my stoop and wait.