The Emptiness

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Torture; cannot be helped.
Yearning to feel.
Only you can fill the crater.
Shed light upon my soul.
Fulfill my deepest desires.
Make me whole.
I long to feel your arms around me,
your supple lips upon mine.
It saddens me to know
you’re unreachable.
You were once so close.
Now, “Out of sight, out of mind,” doesn’t go here.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
Maybe too fond.
Afraid and alone; lustful yet patient.
I’d wait forever for you.
Primal urges scream out like madmen.
You are all I need.
You are with me each day in my heart.
Its rhythmic pulses entrance me.
Yet I yearn for more.
I need tangibility.
Instead, I’ve tranquility.
Fill my barren heart.
Give its pulses meaning.
Make my blood flow as the great seaway.


By Raeanne G. Roy. All rights reserved.

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