THIS SUCCULENT YEARNING

I seek, as the crocus does, warmth and identity above ground and self.  This is life amidst my Yearning…

My Yearning, for YOU.

I want, ache these days, to be touched and caressed.  By one of my children, by a lover…by the mother that failed to comfort me when pulmonary valve surgery threatened my robust heart.  I Yearn and reach in, as Merriam-Webster so notes, “tender longing”…

Today, I’m not so sure it is with Tenderness.

I am aggressive, obsessed, in wanting to be touched today.  My skin is at full attention, my nipples through my thin blouse reach for the March breeze and sun.  My tastebuds – once numbed by sublingual medications- are thrusting about on the end of my tongue…

I HUNGER…what is this nonsense, suggesting a subtle, GENTLE urging?  I do NOT feel gentle today.  Instead, I am HUNGRY and THIRSTY and unashamedly WANTING…

I want Touch, Goddammit…I want it and I won’t even ask Love to accompany it.

Such is the succulence of my Yearning…and I revel,  full-throttle, in this

delicious ache.


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