Friday 13th
I looked to the star studded sheet sky above,
Gazing with admiration I whispered “thank you”,
Gifted with everything that made me complete,
I felt like a shooting star – shining bright in awe beauty.
With entwined fingers locked with his I gently squeezed,
Re-assuring myself that I for once was not day dreaming.
With a jolt of his arm he twisted our bodies to face one another,
He pulled me comparatively to feel his warmth,
With a palpate of his fingertips he tilted my head to his,
Breathing in one another with parted and just licked lips,
Locked eyes infused an addicted draw of that single moment.
Lead to the centre of a destination path I percolated,
Fear boiled in my sickened concerned heart,
The nauseas vibration through unknown anticipated heart ache,
Heart ache that would obliterate everything,
Or heart ache that would lock impudently our created moments.
Our entwined fingers still lay infused,
His eyes fixated with such intense admiration,
This memory before me will forever ache my heart,
With impassioned devotion I was being seen,
Mesmerising love poured from his focus.
With a heavy intake of the particle moments around us he began,
With each memorial second he diffused me,
Melting my soul
So long I had abided this moment,
Forever it now lived ingrained in my fated journey,
That fatal Friday 13th
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