Pangs

Standing bravely among

twisted broken veins,

I yearn to slip into

your body to feel

your love one more time,

stripped bare,

trying to melt into

your bosom.

Drought of longing

overcomes my soul as

I peer down the throat

of desolation,

feel once again

your dance of waterfalls

as shadows fan fingers

into reality.

I hunger to caress

your warmth,

soothing my want,

grasp the voices

dissipating into air

like wafting music,

hold you in captivity

of my thoughts

knowing you dwell

in distant realm,

leaving the scent

of your soul to linger

as my love enfolds

your essence,

silent and still.