superficially

i am fine

no one will notice the sweat pouring from my brow

my fore head

my logical brain

supposedly

is in a cold sweat

pouring over what is said to be the ego's sheath

my face

wet with sweat

feverish in anticipation of seeing you

heart beating erratically wondering

at its reception

will love be returned unopened or returned a thousand fold or some third option or --

when i arrive will he be already gone? or --

will he decide not to come? or --

will he be there and see my fever and be horrified? or--

will he be there and see my fever and be amazed?

in a good way