A poem created after reading a post by Helen Higgens. You can read her post here. She is a master of words.
Craving
I feel a stirring deep inside of me
A hunger, feral and unrelenting,
stirs from its sleep in the dark of my bones.
It was woken by the ghost of him
Woken from the forbidden
I dreamt of the scent
His passion left behind.
I wonder as I stretch
Feel sore, open my eyes.
The new version of me
The latest experimental change
I softly touch my face
My mouth shapes the ghost of him
And I whisper his name.
Thank you for reading!
Wow wow wow! This is hauntingly beautiful.
Nice!