Vorfreude; anxious
anticipation shedding its skin to what lays below,
Dread. Such dread.

Dread not of seeing you, love,
But of knowing that you will not be in any trace of haste to see me..
Dread not of skin against skin, love,
But of noticing that you are edging away, slowly, from my
Burning fingertips..

Dread of not being able to overlook the fact that if I pull
my hand away, you will not reach over even when the screen starts
running the credits.

Dread of becoming fully aware,
though you lying to me - and not to yourself as well I hope - makes it
easier to fool myself
that I am not beautiful
In your eyes(do you still care to search mine?)
as I was when I was first focused in your
Line of vision.
As I was when I first caught your
Attention.