Longing - She Keeps Bees

Long the morning

Long thoughts sent through trees

Senses heightened

Hair raised up 90 degrees

When you are looking at me

I feel longing, lusting, hunger

Pulling closer

Starving for your attention

My eyes pressed closed

Feel every curve of your body

Hang off me

Language woven with longing

Pulse raised up faster, it beats in this longing

Hold me

Slow, slow, slowly

My eyes pressed closed

Feel every curve of your body

Hang off me