Anticipation

                       Anticipation

 

                        Removed from you by flight –

                        Slow rain intimidates the sky –

                        The unknown of silent winds

                        Withholds your lips.

                        One fright begets another –

                        One anger destroys with tears –

                        We are too separate tonight.

                        The trust of your touch

                        Has been balanced midwest –

                        The total of my hunger

                        Resting without the means

                        Of stopping this undeniable ache.

                        Squeeze the remaining patience

                        Into seductive dreams at uncomfortable

                        Angles sharpened to wings

                        So I may venture our distance

                        To bring you into my comfort,

                        Into the arms of our anticipation.

                        This wait is lacking effort –

                        I’d stay forever just to glance

                        Towards your general air.

                        Yet it is an uneasy hold

                        I wait for my breath –

                        The first nerveless sense

                        After your arms find

                        Each other around my back.

                        These flashes of others

                        As they enter and leave my frame

                        Serve only to remind –

                        Serve only to confound –

                        Serve only to irritate

                        The cravings felt under

                        Every last existence of skin,

                        For none of their features

                        Develop into yours.

                         Pacing along this page

                        Allows me sanity for few seconds

                        But the hands of the watch

                        Do not match the motion of my own –

                        I spin off into words

                        And unattainable voice –

                        In the slightest wishes

                        That these miles won’t keep you

                        From hearing this beat –

                        These strokes of this pen –

                        And the increasing frustration

                        Of this hated anticipation.

                        Free me with a kiss

                        And bring me the elation

                        I have always known through you.

                        Please, my distanced one,

                        End this terminal longing

                        With a song from your soul

                        And the brush of your love.

                        Then, we will know,

                        The result of our anticipation

                        Is the stronger of us.