Is this Love

I yearn for you in a way I did not think possible for myself
How my heart aches
Beneath my ribs
How my stomach feels empty
And sick
The way my fingers tremble at your thought
My chest twisting
At the lack of your touch
I’m aching
The way I read about in my youth
Such immense sadness
Coursing painfully through me
How my eyes water
At nothing in particular
As though they seek to replenish
The parts of me that you have dried out
Like grapes beneath the Tuscan sun
Oh I ache
The way a woman should
And I howl
In the night
Wicked
And wild
Calling for you to come home
Begging
Just to call you mine
Take away the hurt
Allow tender to be beautiful once more
Bring your lips to mine
Allow love to weigh me down
Seep slow through me
Warm,
Like heated honey
In your nightly milk

Reviews

[Richard Knox]

This is another example of your enormous talent! I can feel the yearning, the pain of loss, and the aching you describe for the return of this lover, thanks to your beautifully descriptive lines.