Waiting

Waiting

The desire of my spirit

beckons your touch,

your kiss,

Lips parting from

pure madness,

diluting the

intoxication of lust

yet not withholding

the intense pain

of goodbye.

A sorrowful parting

due to time and

distance.

A respectful existence

pursuant of a reality

based on

wanting,

needing,

trusting

the feverish articulation

of a lost moment in

a peaceful sleep, 

nestled in strong arms

while bearing the burden of

loneliness

and I wait...

I wait for our 

tomorrow

and the passing of each

yesterday

Reviews

[Hi]

An intense examination of contrast, want and escape. Thanks.

[Donald Meikle]

Ah the maddening reach for just out of touch patience

[Bill O. Writes]

Great write! The pain was conveyed well.

[ANM]

We spend to much time wishing our lives away! Imagination allows the reader to see beyond the end and enjoy what comes when the waiting is no longer Very well written!

[MoriartyMesa]

Why does less the 57 come to mind? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHigkvUpVqY