I long to hold a woman
in my arms again
to feel her skin under my finger tips
the warmth of her breath on my neck
to draw the scent of her hair
into me
pure succour for my soul
I would live on the smell of her body
her musky shades and damp corners
I would thrive on her sweat
I would jive sweet sounds from her throat
with my caresses
and catch them in the bosom of my heart
too long the dark nights
have settled in
with no-one beside me
listen
let my loneliness
sing out
over roof tops
and
across oceans
listen
let my yearning burn
as a beacon on the hilltops
for I am no longer
afraid to tell
the world
of my longing
I fear only
the depth of death
in this sad solitude
