ANTICIPATION Pt 2

Anticipation, 

such sweet poison

Fear hangs like an overgrown crown

in the realm of the unknown 

hesitantly worn

While watching an hour glass slipping sand

through its crystal framework

allowing for slow contemplation

deliciously, deliberately

chaining liberty, 

and attacking vulnerability

Hesitation,

churning every step with whirling blades

slicing reality into slow moving frames

Stirring delight with a sniff of addiction

A cold shiver condensing

on a furrowed brow

Anticipation, 

that lump in the throat

bobbing this way and that 

A buoy tossed helplessly 

in the clutch of predatory joy

spawning a million dream-bubbles

 that grow and burst in expectation

A fork in the road 

warrants urgent decision, 

But time ambles, unhurriedly, 
irreversibly,

uncaring of quivering eyelids,

drumming fingertips and errant heartbeats 

willing the Gods that control fate

to precipitate,
 kindly, 
as you anticipate