Stirring

Friday, August 11, 2017

I can’t help it

When it stirs inside of me

This movement, this rush of blood,

This light-headed loss of thought

Drunk when I’ve sipped no wine,

The air you breathe into me

The second you leaving lingering behind,

Me, unable to stop this shiver inside of me

This rush of blood,

This stirring of something I feel but can’t see,

Set free by you when you leave,

We coming all so very close, churned up

You gone before it can be complete,

A touch, a kiss, of words I miss,

This ache I feel,

Stirring