Starved of Love

Starved of Love


My inner being was that of a nomad in a vast desert

My landscape as undulating sand and arid, stifling throughout the day

I longed for an oasis but did not know where to find one

The desert nights are cold, dark and uninviting


I discovered a cavern, a darkened enclosure

the interior was indiscernible

I felt my way forward into a sultry space, I was not alone

Others were present in their shadowy shapes


Silhouettes brushed passed by with a furtive touch

It was warm and humid but safe

I allowed myself time to roam

to enjoy these surreptitious surroundings


Then I was gently touched and drawn aside

I succumbed without a murmur

I was embraced, held warmly and close

Strong arms took hold of me


I felt a cheek brush against my own

a whisper caressed my ear

Lips softly touched my forehead

and I yearned for more


What I had never known I now longed for

as I became overwhelmed with a new emotion

My body quaked, my legs felt as if to fail

I was no longer anywhere I had been before


I held the other tightly as if never to let go

my heart reached out in expectation

My whole being became consumed in that moment

I had left the wilderness of the desert behind


From a being in a loveless void

I reached out for what I hoped existed

Though never experienced, a loveless life

now to be awakened and brought into the fullness of life and love

◄ The Rocky Road to Ruin

It flashed before me....... ►


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keith jeffries

Wed 10th Aug 2022 19:30

Thank you for your comment

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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 10th Aug 2022 18:16

A wonderful poem, Keith. It has mystery & emotion perfectly balanced 🌈

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keith jeffries

Wed 10th Aug 2022 16:56

Greg and John, thank you for reading this poem and your kind comments.

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John Botterill

Wed 10th Aug 2022 16:43

A poem narrated with great charm and skill, Keith. 😀

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Greg Freeman

Wed 10th Aug 2022 10:03

A beautiful poem, Keith.

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keith jeffries

Wed 10th Aug 2022 09:14

K. Lynn and Ghazala, thank you for your likes. Graham, thank you for your supportive and liberating comment. It was not an easy poem to write but one waiting to be hatched for some time. I grew up in a home with my parents and two siblings. We were well clothed, well fed and sent to school. Never once was I hugged or kissed or valued. I was put down permanently and endured an awful childhood. It was the event which I describe in the poem which was my first encounter of another's love and it did not come soon enough. Thank you for reading this

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 10th Aug 2022 03:52

No one should ever be starved of love in any form, as long as it is requited and peaceful.
A wonderful journey described well here Keith. Good work!

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