Such joy of simple return to seconds in memory.
Rush and pulse of pleasings and ode to a loves flavor.
Tongue moistening the moment again savored.
No fruit nor flesh satisfies my hunger to feed you.
Much of what I know of what I need is me inside.
I hear my name on your lips lunged from within.
So sweetly said with dedication and luscious desire.
No sorrow and no song could express the loss.
Of knowing complete connection of relinquishment.
© Jeph Rants
No comments:
Post a Comment