Yet waiting strains and chokes my creaking nerve.
While questions sweat the skin, anticipate
That dreaded distance fear alone must serve.
Can love, that seldom grasps embrace, endure
While borders fashion boundaries from our whims?
Your unspoilt smile remains for me the lure
Which drums the blood around my yearning limbs.
Will passing weeks excise me from your heart,
And from the sensual, rampant sense awake?
Or has our lust, osmotic, reached the part
Where love can bear us, soaring, in its wake?
Such distance then may not usurp those powers
To crumble time into mere fleeting hours.