By the power of Friday

It sizzled and popped

in my brain. My wants

and desires wrapped in

an Aurora Borealis

event of inexplicable

magnitude.

Bed

Home

Bed

Girl, holding my

hand, looking me

in the eyes and saying

she’d like nothing more

than the same exact

thing.

Her body close to mine

as we drift and

doze in various

sleepy states.

My arms around her,

her legs around me.

In our soft, deep bed

without any worry

of the time of day.

Are all the things

I want.

But the things I

have to do

are in the way

of what I want

which is in the way

of the things I

can do

which brings

me back to

this vicious

Friday and

all it can’t do

to make my wants

a reality.

It’s just a day

after all.

Not a magical

golden amulet

worn by the Gods

of yesterday.

It’s the same as

any day and up to

me to make

it.

Damn it.