Longing

Yearning
Heart-hurting
Whole-body aching
Ebbing and flowing over the years
Accompanied sometimes with tears
The slow, dribbling, dripping kind
That cling to skin and meander

Hollow ribcage
Gathering cloud of rage
Heart squeezed into a tiny cage
Each pulsating beat presses into the bars
Constriction blasts each breath, each beat
When will it be my turn?

Volcano longing
Pressure pushing up and out
Breath scorched with want
When will it be mine?

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