Ache
I am sick with want
a hand to touch
a kiss to hold
an ache for something
old as time, but new and
blooming.
To feel my teeth against
teeth
To laugh at how simple
falling in love is
To love, stupid fumbling
love, unendingly
to open my heart
Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025
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