anticipation

wet, soft rain
tickles my skin
the day has only begun
yet 24 hours until tomorrow
seems like a month
i count in my head
the hours left remaining
until we touch
62 hours
my heart races
when did our eyes last meet?
when did we breathe the same air?
i want to hold your face
in my hands
and explored your mouth
with my tongue
i've had months of longing
months of aching
months of anticipating
you.