Walking on the edge of Friday eve

There is a breeze that clothes my skin in air

And cools the beads of sweat that gather there.

It bends back the blades of grass

And sways the heads of trees.

The branches wave like arms on dancers

And leaves flash like schools of fish

In blue waters filled with light.

The hues of green fill my eyes

With bursting colour til they weep.

The smell of lilacs cuts through me like a knife.

I gasp for breath and seek your hand.

I turn to see your smiling face.

There is the empty space

Your body left.

Will you be there again beside me as we walk?

Will our fingers seek each other out like tongues in heat?

The world comes in and licks my senses open.

I receive your presence like passion that drives

And pushes in your holy essence.

It is the edge of Friday eve.

Oh come possess me with your love!

~ by reeven on June 25, 2008.