Anticipation is…
A restless hush before the dawn,
A heartbeat held too long,
A hunger you can’t quiet,
A need etched deep and strong.
It’s chasing shadows through the fire,
Willing soul and skin to bleed—
For that one untouchable desire,
That one unanswered need.
You’d barter reason for a glimpse,
Trade comfort for the ache,
Do what mustn’t, dream the dimmest,
Reach for what you know could break.
Anticipation is the breath
Between the want and what may be—
A waiting laced with yearning’s depth,
A silent, sacred plea.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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