The constancy of craving

As I hunger –
For your touch, for your kiss,
even your caress that could I lay my heart
within the cradle of your shoulder
and sway in the scent of your gentleness’ garden.
As there is an emptiness in my life,
a consistency of yearning that has left me
with a hole in my heart which
can only be filled by
- You.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008