Anticipation Stories

THE BEGINNING: Anticipating Everything and Nothing A warm, expansive feeling fills my chestAnd screams out inside of me --“I love you.”But I don’t say it out loudBecause I know you don’t trust the meaning of the words when spoken too soonAnd neither should I.  Romance lifts the soul and catches us on its wing,Creates new dreams, new wonders, new excitements. Love is that precious place inside of usThat lets us soar toward...

Stares at my lips Fingers caress my cheek He leans forward Such longing Eyes closing He moves nearer Feeling his breath Mingle with mine, so close Both panting His fingers Tracing through my hair Pulling me in Hearts pounding Lips getting closer For our first kiss Pulling me nearer Lips barely touching So soft, just grazing Tip of his tongue Traces my lips Mine searches his Timidly It's our first kiss He takes control Han...

My eyes beat the alarm, My thoughts nice and warm.Waking with a start.Anticipation in my heart, Planning for fun ahead,Mind clear of dreadLike the last day of school.Packing each one of my tools. My baby is too far away,I miss her every day,Thinking of all her charmsSoon she'll be in my arms, I bubble with excitement,Like completing an assignment,The project is perfect;The reward to collect. Only a short time to wait,Then...

I, as Teishu, invite him in  to our tea house for chanoyu slide the newly papered shojis  leftward two thirds, with the left and the remainder with my right hand having prepared already  the zen garden outside carefully raking the sands in waves  breaking 'round each island itself a cleansing, calming act a light course of stone soup, made in advance have swept the heavy cedar beams and steps and bathed in deep hot spring...

What am I anticipating? A knocking at my door. Chance for some prevaricating: I'm naked on the floor. Random bits of scintillating Chit-chat from above: Floating hyperventilatingMoans of making love. The stranger coming to my gate Will knock and pass on by; I will not move nor soon nor late Till I'm on wing to fly. My finger knows its ready dance; I dance and bop for one. I suffer now no lustful glance Except from yonder...