Leading up, or leading on.
The week before, and the sound
of your voice over land line
or cell leaves me weak
and giggling. I’ve blushed
so often, my skin starts to tan
from within. The first morning,
you sat up in my bed and asked
where I’d been so long.
So long to you now. You wanted me
to be that moment, you pushed
for reassurance, you asked awkward
questions, and I went on amused.