Anticipation Of Waiting

My heart was like a mail box. Waiting for one piece of mail in particular. A special letter hand delivered. The promise of sealed flap, carefully stamped addressed perfectly. Scented in heavy anticipation.  There I stood in different variation of weather. Going from hot to cold, the thought alone keeping me warm, closed in. Suppressing everything that I held in. The flutter of ads, bills, and different envelopes addressed to other P.O boxes helped build this anticipation. Waiting for the moment I could open my mouth and accept you for everything you are. Pouring your heart out in full stationary fashion. Without hands to satisfy such anticipation. To open such a flap and grant myself the gift of you kind of puts us in awkward disposition. But the urgency of it all is as clear as day