The edge

 

Future Tense~

You are my walk on the beach

The dance of my soul

The spiritual call of a 

vast Universe….

Answers to questions 

that had

forever plagued 

my pondering mind

When I met 

you 

love was too

small a word for 

my emotions

Days rushed by so fast...

Until you were gone….

Then time became 

as languid

and lingering 

as 

molasses on 

a hard frozen 

day

Thoughts of distant 

travel 

would 

begin with you 

and end with you

No views of the Seine 

or the Louvre

could compete with the 

intensity 

of your 

locked-in-compassion 

eyes….

Melding 

with romantic

dreams of 

my heart….

and that slow

  cocky 

smile

nearing the 

slender edge 

of 

mockery 

lying 

askew

on your proudly 

sensuous 

lips

That burn a 

hole 

through 

my trembling

      Present

and non-stop

into my

hopeful 

but tenuous….

     Future

~Haviva

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