A Yearning


I long to touch him
Let my fingers
memorise the grooves
of his face
let his essence
soak into my flesh

I long to touch
my lips to his
breathe in
the fragrance
of his spirit
taste the joy
in his blood
drink the sorrow
from his bones

I long for the imprint
of his bare skin on mine
to wrap myself
around his soul
pour my passion
into him
feel myself shatter
at his touch

But he is not here
and will never be
So I long to
touch him
with my words
breach his mind
to read in
his silence
what he leaves
unsaid

© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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