Sometimes I find it
reminded of passions
past
waiting
silent
cavern of cool walls
wet with rocks
of
tears
smell of
hidden springs
and thirst waiting
for
the taste
body trembles
hand waits
to
reach
skin tingles
with memory
in goose bumps
sensations in mind
body bare
to feel it
to live it
again
to touch
to quench
to stand
under
the tempting
trickle
lips part
nostrils flare
to inhale
to breathe in
this life
again
tongue aches
to taste
to lap in
the cold
intoxicating
icy
heaven
spine goes
rigid
eyes close
with dried up
tears
fists clench
toes curl
heart closes
its door
yet again
standing
in silent mist
watery needles
pierce my ears
to leave
only
the dull ache
