Anticipation – lines from an unpacked sonnet

I’ll smile to see you,
touch you, taste your smile,
and all the while
my soul has longed
to lodge near yours
will seem a brief delay,
a short, short stay
away from heaven’s bliss.

I fantasize that when we meet
we’ll kiss, and cry,
and tears will rinse away,
dissolve the walls
we’ve built
to hold in check our love.


Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, archivist-in-training, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

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