IN ANTICIPATION

My last two days,
48 hours to be exact,
were drained by devout anticipation of tonight

My every second thought,
if I had any other thought to be exact,
was of your body, hard pressed against mine, tonight

My every muscle,
every raw fiber in me to be exact,
aches for your firm rugged tough tonight

By biggest anxiety
bigger than to speak of in exact
is how will I carry on, without you, after you leave tonight

Do you realise,
can you comprehend,
what knowing you has meant to me, beyond tonight?


1998/08/28

A. A. S.