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