Staurday
As I see thee coming near…
With an aromatic murmur,
Of,
“I have a new offering for you.”
Frivolous with bliss,
I wait,
As the hours lurch by.
Oh, my love,
“Where art thou?”
My heart aches,
Seeking for my beloved.
The raw frigid days,
Shaking,
I wait for him.
With heartfelt kisses,
on my skin,
All over me.
Years pass by,
Waiting for him…
My one, and only-
Saturday.