Waiting, longing for you.
Missing your presence.
Your touch, smell, taste.Craving the way I feel when you’re close.
The way you make me come alive,
awaken my senses, my creativity.My body remembers yours.
The total sensual abandon we shared.
Longing that nearly takes the shape of pain.Waiting, longing for you!
©REDCAT
Today’s prompt is Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Longing.
There is many forms of longing, much we humans yearn for.
Freedom, love, fame, food, material possessions, peace of mind, peace in the world…
I decided to share a piece written while waiting for a lover…
The world according to RedCat 
Great line: Longing that nearly takes the shape of pain. (And that sculpture is the perfect illustration for this poem.)
The pain of parting and missing is so piercing :(
Hot,sexy, and poignant. Again.
“My body remembers yours.” Such longing.
Such a bond of closeness, can become a painful experience, when parted. That longing is almost impossible for another to appease…
Almost overpowering. Wow!
Absence makes longing so very intense and when that emotion is put in words it becomes this beautiful.
A woman’s sense of longing is like a man’s but magnified somehow, is the Earth’s, is so much more hallowed by pain. A uteral cry perhaps. Your poem is embodied, its longing on that cross.