That Quiet Ache
Without warning
or message
from willow tree
whippoorwills
I awake with
that quiet ache,
such a deep burn
from a much too long desire
for you.
A breathing dream
which becomes
a slow unfulfilled agony
as I wait for you.
A beneath the bone
need to be
skin to skin,
tongue on tongue,
one in one
for a lifetime, maybe two.
I wonder if during
my five o’clock
reminders of aloneness
whether you’ve similar
pains of the heart,
whether you experience
that quiet ache
in the silent centuries of solitude
between the beat of one heart
and the lovely beatings of two.
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2011
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