Anticipation

What happens
if I remove my mask,
my diamond crown,
my golden gown;
these rich amenities?

And you,
beneath your crimson cloak
and feathered hat --
below the mask,
are you the one
I long for you to be?

Our hands outstretched
are longing for a touch,
and yet --
this skin to skin thing
seems like quite a risk.
Let us freeze here,
and spend our lives
in safe anticipation...


* * *