One More Week

My first attempt at writing a poem that doesn't rhyme.

One more week.

Just seven more days until...

I can see his face again.

Until I can see the morning sunlight

Get caught in the brilliant blue of his eyes,

Eyes that make even the Hope diamond ache with envy at

Such sheer radiance.

Until I can see that crooked little smile light up his face,

A face that could only belong to an angel.

One more week...

Until I can hear warm laughter

That crinkles the corners of his eyes,

Hear the music in every note of his voice when he speaks,

Every word leaving an impression on my heart.

Until I can hear the perfect sincerity when he says those three words,

The words that leave me breathless.

Just one more week...

Until I can smell the subtle aroma of his sun-kissed skin,

The scent that cannot be described as anything

But the smell of home.

Until he wraps me in his embrace and engulfs me

In the smell of closeness and tenderness,

Leading me back to where I truly belong.

One more week...

Until I can feel his gentle touch,

The kind that ignites sparks between

His fingertips and my flesh.

Until I can feel his warm breath against my neck,

His strong hands around mine,

The brush of his cheek.

Until his lips...

Oh, until his lips meet mine!

One more week...

Until I am locked in an endless moment,

A moment in which the sun rises and sets

In rhymic motion with undulating tides

That sing chorus with the open seas,

Where time freezes and everything is perfect and beautiful.

The moment that we kiss...

The moment I taste his sweet passion for me,

Taste the love that is only mine...

Makes every week worth the wait.

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at writing a poem that doesn't rhyme. I basically tried converting my raw emotions and thoughts into words that flowed and expressed the right feelings. Let me know how I did. :)

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[MoriartyMesa]

I have images of someone either waiting at the Arrival area of an air port or passing a train station waiting for that one person to come back into their life. But there is still those seven long days.