ROMANCING THE SQUARE

Monochromatic hues of dawn's grey

Heavy breathing of clouds at break of day

An invitation to play, Patterned numbers

As ghosts watch in wide wonder

Who disturbs their eternal vigil

A checkerboard square with spaces to fill

Begin, says the electronic announcement

A cautious start, A hesitant commencement

A solo ride, before second twilight

Spills its secrets to a moon shining bright

Interludes of uncertain December shower

Stretches minutes, Shortens the Witching hour

Elevated then to a heightened purpose

Pursed lips join together, nervous

Locking purpose with intense concentration

As the mind is lost in delightful sensation

The numbers game has just begun

Each step yielding a specific outcome

Fingers anticipate every next move

Inking answers like the tongue and groove

Intellect is spoiled with possibility

The body pushed to the precipice of activity

Nail biting pleasure as each column completes

Breath paused resumes to repeat

Intensity rises as steam over coffee

Impetus unbridled, the puzzle unravels softly

Misted eyes concentrate on convoluted flanks

As last gasps disappear, filling in the blanks

Dawns door closes on a love affair

Relishing bliss from romancing the square