Longing…

By Gary Curson

Puerile conversation holds no bounds for me now, I long for more

I long for words that make my skin tingle and make me feel alive, that pique my interest and can unlock my mind.

The words that take me from wary to the safety of trust, that slowly unlock my armour, break down the barriers, and embolden my ardour.

I long for the words that come before the touch. The touch that caresses the lumps and bumps of all that has gone before and takes me as I am now.

I long for the lips that follow the touch, that trace the lines the fingers have left, that kiss inplaces you only ever dreamed about.

puerile conversation holds no bounds for me now, I long for more…

Gary Curson is a UK-based poet who has always loved poetry, but didn’t write his first poem until around 2014. He is eclectic in writing style and subject matter.