Darkness visits me
Holds my hand – comforts me
You are lying beside me
Tucked, wrapped inside cloth
Like a mummy.
I want to reach for you
You respond only for yourself
My desire tempts me like a starved tempest
To stroke your olive skin
Your face
Filled with newly grown stubble.
I turn away
Holding the only softness I know
Silent tears slide down
Longing
Desire
Stillness in the air.
Image by Pamela Wallace Toll
4 comments:
this is strong! grabbed me completely!
a song set free...
there is a sadness to this..it comes through with every word
Wow, there is a poignancy that I have felt myself. Thank you for putting such amazing words to feelings.
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