Anticipation A brush of hair a sigh... The sun setting in the west slowly gently A glimpse of a dark eye A smile The smell of Fear How sweet it is Fear is Anticipation not knowing doubting what you are what you feel what you sense You sense danger i am close But i am not danger i am no threat i wish you well Still, anticipation-fear The smell from your sweat how sweet the smell of anticipation i am here the wait is over Cindy (June 2001)