Eden

The grass beneath my bare feet,

Feels sturdy and clean,

And over it, I wait

Wait for you to arrive,

Like the pinkish cherry blossoms,

Which curl before landing on my chest…

Here where Mother Nature gives birth,

I lay and rest,

Waiting for you to arrive like the always belated spring,

With no worries, no deeds,

No more dues than a couple of kisses,

Here, over the newly born sprout of grass,

My legs await for you,

Like fresh drops of rain,

Like the waves that stroke the sands,

Sweeping away its nightmarish angst,

I am here, waiting with no doubt,

Knowing it’s me with whom you’re content to be,

Waiting to grab your hand and walk with you,

Grasping your elusive warmth like gossamer,

A silken-singing verse,

Transformed in that deep soothing voice of yours,

Here…I am, and will be,

Till you arrive,

And then we’ll rest together…engraved like memoirs of Eden,

The greenish carpet we used to wallow in.