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!


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…

10 thoughts on “Longing

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  1. 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.

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