The Yearning

A poem of that which is beyond the flesh

The yearning Lies deep In my breast Even as I look at the day And wink Even as I smile at All that is before me Even as I love my life And my comrads of the moment Still I give in to the yearning Burning desire that so Briefly Visited me in fullness And left its moist lips Resonant in my body As I spread and opened and moved as the tide Knowing it as a goodnes of life Sometimes I whisper to myself stories of missing the touch, the embrace, the kiss of union

I lie fallow My fertile earth Preparing for the next growing season I watch myself want only growing seasons No time to lie fallow No time to rest

I want to know that which is beyond the flesh So that the resonance of the body moves to the soul of my existence Such that I am full And I share my fullness my tears, my sorrow, my happiness, my love My unrequited love …my reciprocated love

I move inside Out of necessity I offer myself back to myself

The day still smiles and winks at me And look!…there is work to be done