Eva . . . in waiting

“Summerlong”

“Keep her in suspense,” an old sage once said
“Make her mind run astray while she’s alone in bed,”

The forehead kiss last summer left an indelible mark
Our past is prologue but this difference is stark:

You crept inside me, breathed beside me, our spirits ran free
Now that I’ve inhabited you, what will it be?

An escape to the isles, romantic views from the cliffs
Whispered songs in your ear with provocative riffs,

Shore winds and violins finger-frolicking your hair
Confessions in the eyes our revelations to bear,

We promised: No falling in love, the season would only end
A fleeting moment in time neither avowed to extend,

Did you mean that? For it seems that there’s a calling once more
I’m rowing from a distance while you’re standing ashore,

Arms at your side held by your heart’s fragility
But it was you who wrote to me, “Love is an ability . . . “

To mend, to blend, to be vulnerable at will
Autumn ushered our goodbyes, but I’ve lived in you, still,

Your eyes on the ceiling while ensconced in your bed
Memories from a summer whose beckonings you’ve fled,

Or so you thought, it wasn’t for not that we cherished the day
and those nights of moonlights, the violins still play,

In my head and in your heart like a timeless moondance
I want another with no other, we’re a summer’s romance.

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Pamper the woman . . . summerlong. -Rg2

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