By Dark Angel
Date: 23 February 2001
Anticipation Illiteration
The hands
before me
are almost feverish
in their shaking seeking
serious searching way
preparing the bag
I will travel with.
Each item
chosen with care
fine damning demanding deliberate
detail
each shirt or shoe or trousers
chosen for effect.
The thoughts
inside me
rattle rumble racing
repeatedly around in me
whirling images
of me loving you.
The night
will pass
in slow suffering sedate
sadistic silence
until the morning light
finds me racing to you.
I ask you
can you ask me
really honestly truely
with any doubt
If I've missed you
or want to come home to you?
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner