Impatient.
When at last his boat harbours
ends anticipation.
Cargo of un-tied togetherness
waves as it vibrates.
Bales of unloaded sensation will
strive to be tasted.
Pay-loads of waited-for nectar
sit ready for later.
Passion survives only if often
its action is savoured.
I know boarded fervour when
beached must be bated.
Hatches down-closed signal
mate is impatient.
I can\'t wait to un-bottle and
sip all his hot freight..