Wednesday’s cantor


   I was moving slowly
   towards the kitchen
   when the sparks crackled
   through the windows
   and pulled me closer
   to the fragments
   that were falling on the door step,
   just melting into Wednesday.

   I could see the sun
   shaking the darkness
   as the crisp hues of adornment
   brightened every color new
   in a shimmering sense,
   cast in the overlay,
   as the hour seem to blossom.

   Wednesday slowly dressed
   in every hue
   hidden in the sunrise
   and mounted
   a golden stallion that galloped
   in a slow steady cantor
   with miles of green and blue ribbon
   opening up behind her
   billowing from horizon to horizon.

   She reached through the glass
   and left a wet kiss
   in the thundering sound
   of her arrival
   that could be tasted
   on every blade of grass
   that lay shivering from the dawn.

   I drew in deep
   to awaken my senses
   as she stole a few more moments
   that found me tasting
   the mist of her wet kiss
   I felt dancing in a breeze.

   Above me
   in the room upstairs
   I reached for you
   as I looked
   beyond your silhouette
   cast in her sunrise.

   A thousand ways to feel
   every part of every ticking second
   lost in Wednesday,
   I pull the blanket
   down from around you
   and press even closer
   with the sound of Wednesday
   galloping around us
   in a slow sultry cantor....

    As you sigh
   deep in ecstacy
   the shadows disappear around you,
   I am swimming
   in a sea of chestnut colored hair
   riding on a slow sultry cantor
   keeping pace
   with the golden horse
   as Wednesday
   wrapped herself around us.