Out of nowhere, for no reason I was greeted with a chilly shoulder.

Deafening silence followed all night.

But I accept her in all her swinging moods like nature.

In winter and summer, in rain or dry spells.

I make no attempt to pursue. Or please.

Cause I know that I must raise my consciousness of this charming conundrum

of flight or fight.

So I choose to flow with the tide.

I surf her emotional wave, assured that it will build up, reach the crest

and then drop and ebb.

She’s my angel and I can expect unbridled passion when twilight reaches its climax.