Friday Blues Poem by Gabriel Owino Jr.

This evening after an encounter
Thoughts deny me peace
The feeling burns inside i
Burns like cheap liquor

Your magnificent figure
Crept into my mind on Friday afteroon
So drenched in beauty
Just wanting to be dried

But its just Friday
Saturday can't wait to be
For your power to whither from me
And Sunday, never know you existed

Monday will be judging
Blaming me for wasting a weekend
But i'll deny, i promise
No Monday mourning shall be

I'll say it was the right time
For these thoughts of maybe and if
We became us, just you and me
And forget about it on a Sunday night

And on a Friday morning
Open my thoughts for you, again
Till the Friday becomes everyday
Raining your beauty, every evening

mAx™