Trepidation

Love fell into waiting
Hopping on a something that chance just brought in

Eyes loving and eager, longing and needing
Looking up into the moment , defining time and meaning

It promised love in an hour,
So for an hour must love wait wanting

longing and hoping, tears almost streaming.
Seconds not moving,

Tension,
Passion,
Hunger,
Devotion;

All come to cause a lot of commotion.

Five minutes to the hour and the heart starts pumping.
Seconds ring loud, the heart beat so alarming

If, only if, this time was passing
Then, only then Love and lust would feed.

Time passes fast and love sees ten minutes past.
Hope comes in and the next five minutes breeze fast

Devotion, then comfort nurse the next two minutes

Sweat breaks at exactly twenty - seven past.
Desire for greed gorges at the mind
churning hurt and guilt and spitting commotion.

No,
No love and fun to last an hour
It would have been heaven had desire been granted the power.

Torn down and sullen, love continues the day.
Two and a half hours have gone by in trepidation