Without a warning
Caught lacking, lost in cogitation,
Blankly staring out these foggy window panes
Unknown if it was the condensation of breath-
Or your triumphant return so valiantly running down from heaven,
The peaking rays coruscating droplets of your essence
Blinds me with hope that tomorrow this monochromatic nightmare ceases
And color returns vibrantly saturated in every root,
I have yearned for you.

Too long have these chthonic limbs lain barren,
Like sepulchral vestiges waiting for a soul to revive
And from their skeletal flanges sprout life
And bring oxygen to this suffocating dryness.
It is you to thank for such a hope inspired
In every twist and angle, watching your sway
Sensual in the way you move me in hypnosis
I am falling further into torpor,
Hoping to be a prisoner doomed to walk your emerald dream.

I could surrender to your soporific dance,
And listen to the chorus of your mellifluous melodies
I am a slave to your loving embrace,
And enamored long after with your perfume left here
Petrichor in nutty and granite notes tickling curious nostrils
I am ready for you.