Great expectations

To take your hand in a dream
to scream in an underwater sottovoce
to run in the palm of your hand, caught ‘tween the carpal jail
to taste the dark honey secreted in your every pore
to sleep contained in the space ‘tween space,
to make your eyelashes my blankets
to finger your fingers and know them mine (and mine yours and theirs ours)
to rarify myself in a drop of your saliva
to drown my self in your semen and sweat

nay, I can only expect…
even so, the greatest expectations may still be mine