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Crave
Break of morning turns
a relentless nudge of time
Coffee pot gurgles with aroma
Doves coo, roosting on the neighbor's roof line
My nakedness is clothed in Barefoot Dreams
A sugar cube in the cup pings
Strawberries strewn across vines in curtains
My cravings stir
Dumb silence startles my senses
Skin crawls with anticipation
of cleansing the night's sleep away
Fingers of water tingle
Heat messages my temples
while steam envelops my back,
easing tension,
seducing my reverie
and I begin to crave
Morning routine
solidifies loneliness
fretting o'er the last line drawn
by time's march
Almond oil silkens the skin
Hands caress my breast
Memories surface
and once again... I crave
In the broad space
between the air and the wall,
I see you standing tall
with the sleepy grin
and the stubbled chin;
yet the closet and clock begs my dress
but still... I crave
The stroke of eight chimes
I sigh...
Standing before me is me
transformed into confidence
My image reflects my worth
The lent of neediness is removed
I don a smile
Grab the keys
and realize
my fulfilled life
is all...
I crave
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