Anticipation Anticipation

Anticipation. Anticipation!
Carol St.Ann

Anticipation! You've come back. Oh, you:
Naughty, nervous
tickler, once again
inducing a flicker of joy,
claiming rights to all that happens next,
instructing, as though you had a right to commandeer my
physiological being.
"Attention," you say and
take a Peter Pan stance, hands on hips, digging your piercing gaze
into the hallows of my mind, my soul (if I'm truthful),
"Onward to the prize, the pleasures that await."
No call has ever been more sorcerous.

And I, filled with shivers and
noises in my head that even Intellect, with all her powers of control cannot
tame, am at your mercy.
Incoherent, lost in the moment, and anxious for the next, I have no desire for
Calmness or Composure, those
irritating, evil step sisters we try so hard to avoid. Ha! Come,
play with me once again
and in so doing, we'll journey together
to the seat of glory and pleasure,
indeed, the pie, the decadent chocolate pie.
Oh, you!
Naughty, naughty, marvelous friend.