Poem 16 Hearts Calling

Sometimes Longing 

sometimes,
the longing of me-
waits at the edge,
of me-
stirs me awake,
eyes wide-
staring at the ceiling,
of my life-
yearning for meaning,
reasons pass-
the hardness of living,
still longing and living it-
with complete joy.
oh but sometimes,
longing is wanting-
a simple pleasure,
desiring-
a good cup of coffee,
resting on white sands-
with the ocean,
folding herself-
on my feet,
the sun meeting-
the sky’s end,
with the moon swelling-
golden hues against,
the darkest of blues.
sometimes,
I long for-
human love,
for the breath-
of you upon,
my neck-
tangled sheets,
feeling the heat-
of loving,
meeting longing-
devouring it,
with fulfilling-
loving deeply,
again and again and again-
life with,
dreams dreaming,
and taking-
all of it,
holding it close-
and sometimes,
letting it go-
and many times,
longing it all
for you.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©