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MESSAGES IN A BOTTLE Inspirations of Poetic Prose
ANTICIPATION
My heart stops each time the phone rings. The catch in my breathing chokes as I wait to hear your name identified out loud.
We’ve spoken and spat of our secret. Proclaiming acknowledgement of our lust’s initial shared understanding. Me insistent. You half-hearted.
Your insecure threats hang over me. Their preponderance as if a guillotine blade prepared to be loosed, waiting to cleave the momentary pause between bouts of anticipation of you and the guilt of a characterless vow made to my spouse.
Revelation doggedly shadows our movements in public. Darting clandestinely, wondering, if the entity which is us will accidentally be exposed by friends or acquaintances from my other life.
You torture by innuendo when we are apart and tantalize with orifices as we copulate.
You don’t own me, I proceed willingly into the slavery of your sexual proclivities
and yet
aware we have no future our abuses continue.
© 2005
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