a longing

it has been forever...
since your presence last graced me.
and i speak for many, as i profess a "thirst" for thee.

this craving inside me escalates, as weekday 5 draws ever near.
to be commanded by the armada that is your groove...
succumbing to every minuscule beat in fast-paced rhythm that i hear.

i slumber during the day, in earnest...
that when the waning crescent arises, i am your soldier of love.

my heart jumps,
and my blood pumps...

recalling you and the music in me, as eve and feast are one.

yes, every encounter entails parting.
and every parting beckons distaste.

so christen me once more and set the embers ablaze...

just one gaze...
amidst this body maze.