in my expectations

in my expectations

i have climbed many mountains

in hopes

that i may drink from the fountains

where my desires

poured out

upon thy breast

and the test of this man

was reduced

to simply understand

the conquest

that stood before me

i am a simple man

with simple thoughts

of you and i

my eye is consumed

and i do assume

that we will come to be

you and me

many nights

i lay my head

upon my pillow

upon my bed

intently

wishing for your presence

that we may commune

in the ravishing of our needs

i have seeds here waiting

to be implanted in your garden

open thy furrow

my love

my expectations

can not hold

much longer

your skin dances in expectation

for the touch of my fingers

and i have a thought

that lingers

upon the taste of your nectar

upon my tongue

i hear your rapid heart beat

and your breath quickens

as you anticipate

as do i

this moment

time has stood still

while i embrace

the taste

of this expectation

where elation

of ones passions

are unloosed

not to be recused

ever again

in my expectations

(c) 28 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.