Anticipation #59
January 17, 2001

Nervous,
like an eyelash fluttering.
My toes curling upon themselves
to keep them from tingling too loudly.

And the phone just sits dead plastic,
the color of NASA?
How different its appearance becomes
when someone has filled his thoughts
with you.

My lungs filled with
warm air, almost burning
inside- impending
awkward silence
and a heart on a string being
pulled gently around a corner.

A footstep in the right direction.