I can feel it coming…

   It’s just a matter of time…

     …before I once more start gushing out inspired love poetry .

     …before I again riddle my world with romantic ditties.

 Is it the proximate comeuppance of Valentine’s Day that explains my inclination?  Or the readying of the earth as it swings towards Spring (and we with our rituals embracing that promise of light, of life, of love?)

Perhaps it was the dark spirit that visited me last night in my sleep, nibbling on my neck with tender intentions…. Yes, while watching the trees outside sway in the wind, I had fallen asleep on the couch again.  But I woke in the darkness with the greatest of panic—really feeling little nips placed along down my neck and hearing the synchronized pursing of lips.  I reached to grab hold—but no one was there!  Yet the touches continued, and the whispers persisted! Awake with no dream, I succumbed to this visit of a mysterious stranger aloft from afar.  

 My icy mind screamed: Resist! Resist at all costs!

 But I can feel it coming…

   It's just a matter of time.