no room for Monday blues
its a wicked Sunday after
no sweaty palms
its an unsteady motion of emotions
nervelessly rocking to the man in the dove coat
with a brown envelope, an assuring smile
or is this a folded 'back slap"
we don't know

meanwhile the autumn cold breeze
threatens to erode his fondness on my forehead
where he poured and planted his devotion
without the parting of his lips
and uttering of promised bliss
she kept hissing
"keep it together

On some lean **** Tuesday morning
Everything practically back to normal
the sighs have lessened
dreams on pause, numb is the word
no rush
Wednesday 's breakthrough is about the corner
as i wait