It Waits...

It waits in Autumn...

It waits on Summer nights...

It waits on creaking heels

For you to find it, like a beacon...

Tonight the feelings right, so you run to it, take flight from the prison of your mind...

Your fingers slip inside, and grip...

What seems so happenstance has passed beyond it's simple shape...

A place where lovers meet, and take

Their time to gaze betwixt

Two worlds...

With hands aware of where the line was,

I leaned over the edge

And kissed her lips

For seconds turned to minutes turned to hours turned to eons...

This piece of steel, so infinitely cold,

Though because of how it's used it causes something fresh to blossom...

You can meditate upon it's hanging latch that lingers,

Undecided if tonight you life it, or just stand outside it's mystic realm, and dream...

3/19/23

Bunny Villaire