Layers of Longing

My beating heart is a druma thunderous rhythmreciting an epistle of my grief.A concoction of     togetherness & separation. There are layers of longing;   of being seen   and seeing   of a single touch   and being touched   of love   and being loved. I swallow nights in counting kisses-and envelope the remnants,sitting as wildflowers on my waist. A site… Continue reading Layers of Longing