when he returned

between work and bed
filling the paces of longing
that seek the spaces in my head

when he returned
I gave up and waited
even the breath of the healthy bacteria living in my gut
was bated...

gathered children in my arms
danced with ancients beside the tides
functioned

when he returned
even then
no answers

I am waiting
legs spread
I've washed and fluffed
the pillow for his head
I am not pumping
anxiety isnt sending juices
squeezed between
tense thighs
but everything and anything he brings will fill me with a pleasure unsurpassed

my love

When I text;

I'm so out of sync with your midnight cut off point! How was your weekend with your folks? I missed Manchester, so did the trip overnight. May becoming a caffeine junkie but have discovered that car can do 110 mph!

Surely any-one can read that translate as;

I wish I could crawl into your arms and rest my head upon your chest. Desperate to stop myself from crying out my desire I drag my weary body back and hold myself in limbo wondering when I'll be with you again. Nothing can match the passion coursing through my body though I've chased the wind to match the pounding in my heart

Leave you.

I have a cloud of images I want to shed here in my blog.

But I have an exciting well paid job and a house to buy , children to finance and a world to make a better place.

Roll on 2013, and barefoot poetry!
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