This is a poem I wrote awhile ago…and then put aside. But it’s as true today as it was then. Wonder if it will always be true?
My hands ache to touch your soft skin
My arms ache to hold you
My lips ache to kiss you
My mouth aches to blow your downy soft hair
My nose aches to smell your powdery fresh scent
My ears ache to hear your cry
My feet ache to move in response to that cry
My fingers ache to feel yours wrapped around them again
My breasts ache to give life again
My eyes ache to look into yours and see myself
My heart aches
I ache
