Anticipation and Possibility

Anticipation creeps on slinking legs
Exciting to feast upon with a nervous gaze
Her sultry eyes intertwine themselves with yours
As she tilts her pretty head
And your heart runs with its mousy paws
Threatening to burst through the finish line of your chest
You thrust your hand into the void with your eyes folded into half-moons
To snatch the part of her gauzy dress
That you visualize so clearly in the backdrop of your eyelids
When you dream during the wispy, theatrical hours of the night
The hours when nothing is real, and everything is real

Possibility perches on a windowsill in the cottage of your consciousness
Its jewel eyes glazed over as it basks in the warmth of Anticipation
It won't stop mewling at you, kneading into you, smothering you in scent
Egged on by Ancitipation's slender fingers
Stroking its pelt with haze-kissed tips
And you submit yourself to the fantasy
That Possibility will leap into Anticipation's arms
And out of your spinning, whirling, dazed head
So you can dematerialize in your conjured universes
And reincarnate in a faraway land that seems to fall away at the bat of an eyelash:
Reality