Infinite

I shiver,
my phone’s battery on red,
as I lay, unclothed, on the bed,
waiting,
the smell of citrus permeating the sheets,
the uneven spray of the shower beats
a rhythm,
displaced water tapping the tub’s floor,
soon your steps will approach the door,
but until then,
thoughts of you occupy my mind,
can’t wait ’till we’re entwined,
two souls as one,
buzzing to the cadence of many thousand days past,
in anticipation of a future that will outlast
this moment,
the tick-ticking of the seconds,
time passing, yet love beckons
no notice

only you and I,
infinite

-artwork found via Pinterest, The Last Kiss, by Leonid Afremov; submitted as part of of the dVerse Poet Pub’s Jazz Poetry Challenge