this wanting sits deep in my marrow
a missing like hunger
my belly smacks
with the lack of you
as the bitter heart of winter
misses the soft
crumpling
edge of heat
some days
I want you
so desperately
I taste blood on my tongue
.
this wanting sits deep in my marrow
a missing like hunger
my belly smacks
with the lack of you
as the bitter heart of winter
misses the soft
crumpling
edge of heat
some days
I want you
so desperately
I taste blood on my tongue
.
part-broken, part-whole 
Wanting sits deep in my marrow— such a sensual line — the lines that follow are so wild yet soothing .. wonderfully penned lines ..
Superb
Keep it going
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