You want chocolate,
cake, lollies,
sweet on your tongue,
you miss them
and need them
when they’re gone.
I want your touch.
No substitute.
When I go without,
I crave it hard,
just like you
and your chocolate.
You can go to the shop for chocolate.
For me you are the shop.
😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
I lie beside you in body only.
You are elsewhere
asleep, or too distant to touch.
Still I orbit,
held aloft by gravity and repulsion.
Alone,
I spin endlessly around you,
sending signals
that meet only silence.
I long for the day
I fall back to earth
the impact
shattering your indifference.
But it will be too late.
Your satellite, burned in descent,
survives as one shard
that carries the plea.
Please. Touch me.
a very passionate plea that moved me deeply🌹
Thankyou for the lovely comments.💋
I crave chocolate, and I used to crave the warmth of a body beside me. These days in my older age…the chocolate sates, and the memories of the warm bodies must suffice.
I really like the analogy drawn here.
j.
love your words…and I love the cosmos, where your lover may reside… i taste the chocolate, because you made it seem so real… much sensuality here and delicious vivid images!!!!
Warmly, B
She’s your shop…That is beautiful.
That last stanza has so much feeling to it. Lovely Peter
Wonderfully a d honestly penned. I feel the ache of your words…I know them.
Thanks fellow writers for your kind words
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