Friday, September 24, 2010

The Longing.

The longing



As if I had eaten a cake of salt
Crystalline crumbing on my tongue
That parched the longing in my ears
For the note in harmony, together sung
My thirst is greater than desert sands
My hunger a craving lust
That sucked the skin between the ribs
Carved bones from once round fleshy cheeks
For I am old my senses jailed
Numbed from you for weeks.
Though fond memories we have fleshed
 Though lonesome chasms we've filled and fed
Still I miss the candles wink
 Its soft flame upon your head.

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