Calendars Poem by Kewayne Wadley

In the calendar of your eyes,
I can see myself there everyday.
Marking big X's over the days your face was the first thing I saw when my eyes woke.
Waking up hearing the sink of each thought I've had of you.
Cleansing myself under the very same faucet.
The stress of the world fading soon as you take me in your arms.
The warmth of you clothed around me in ultimate comfort.
Watching the days turn to months.
Marking X's over days as they pass.
The rainy days cuddled in each other's arms.
Our arms the logs that ignite soon as the fire sparks between our eyes.
The sunny lazy days peeled and tasted on each other's lips.
Until the night falls in the turn of the calendar