January 15, 2018

 

Caressing Cravings

 
 
 



thirst for the sound of that voice
hungry for the warmth it brings forth

but the music is gone into inaudibility
the heat has hit its lowest and coldest ebb

fond memories still flocking the mind
flooding the heart with crazy cravings

longing for a time lost and never to be recovered
yearning for a touch gone and never to be stroked

aching for a sweetness gone sour and never to be honeyed
hurting for a heart hidden and never to be rediscovered

Article © Ndaba Sibanda. All rights reserved.
Published on 2015-02-09


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